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 ride and more
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
Ice cold as ice
I hope we lived to tell the tale
I hope we lived to show 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
And when you've taken down your guard
If I could change your mind
I′d really like to break your heart
Shout, shout, let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on, I'm talking to you, come on
You really, really
Shout, shout, let it all out
You really, really
These are the things I can do without
You really, really
Come on, I′m talking to you
You really, really
Come on
Writer(s): Bill Withers, Blair Lee Joey Dreelan, Richard S. Vick Iii, Raymond George Hedges, Edward Theodore Riley, William Stewart, Chauncey Andre Hannibal, Dylan Kwabena Mills, Roland Orzabal, Ian Stanley, Nigel Butler, Lynise Walters Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
