Shout - Russian Red

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 shout 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 live to tell the tale

I hope we live to tell the tale

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

Shout, shout

Let it all out

These are the things I can do without

Come on, I’m talking to you

Come on