domingo, 3 de maio de 2009


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