CHORUS:
Shout, shout, let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on, I'm talking to you, come on
CHORUS
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
You shouldn't have to jump for joy
CHORUS
They gave you life
And in return you gave them hell
As cold as ice
I hope we live to tell the tale
I hope we live to tell the tale
CHORUS 3x
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
CHORUS
Repeat CHORUS to fade
Writer(s): Raymond George Hedges, Bill Withers, Blair Lee Joey Dreelan, Edward Theodore Riley, Dylan Kwabena Mills, William Stewart, Ian Stanley, Chauncey Andre Hannibal, Richard S. Vick Iii, Roland Orzabal, Lynise Walters, Nigel Butler
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