Shout
Shout
Let it all out
These are the things I can do without [bad word] on
I'm talking to you [bad word] 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

They gave you life
And in return you gave them [bad word] 
As cold as I ice
I hope we live to tell the tale.

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