Shout, shout, let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on, I´m talking to you, come on

In violent times
You shouldn´t have to sell your soul
In Black and white
They really really ought to know
Those one track minds
That took you for a working boy
Kiss them goodbye
You shouldn´t have to jump for joy

Shout, ...

They gave you life
And in return you gave them hell
As cold as ice
I hope we live to tell the tale

Shout, ...

And when you´ve taken down your guard
If I could change your mind
I´d really love to break your heart
I´d really love to break your heart

Shout,...