ShoutShoutLet it all outThese are things I can do withoutCome OnI'm talking to youCome onIn violent timesYou shouldn't have to sell your soulIn black and whiteThey really really ought to knowThose one track mindsThat took you for a working boyKiss them goodbyeYou shouldn't have to jump for joyShoutThey gave you lifeAnd in return you gave them them hellAs cold as iceI hope we live to tell the taleShoutAnd when you've taken down your guardIf I could change your mindI'd really love to break your heartShout