Shout, shout, let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on, I'm talking to you
Come on
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 contract lines
That look you for a working boy
Kiss them goodbye
You shouldn't have to sell your soul
You shouldn't have to jam for joy
Shout, shout, let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on, I'm talking to you
Come on
They gave you life
And in return you gave them hell
As cold as ice
I hope we'll live to tend the day
Shout, shout, let it all out. These are the things I can do without. Come on, come on, I'm talking to you. Come on.
Shout, shout, let it all out. These are the things I can do without. Come on, I'm talking to you. Come on.
Shout, shout, let it all out. These are the things I can do without. Come on, come on, I'm talking to you. Come on.
Shout, shout, let it all out. These are the things I can do without. Come on, I'm talking to you. Come on.
Shout, shout, let it all out. These are the things I can do without. Come on, come on, I'm talking to you. Come on.
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