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.
Shout! Shout! Let it all out...
These are the things I can do without...
Come on, I'm talking to you! Come on!
Tears For Fears
