The Greatest 4-Skins Rip Off

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
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
They 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
Shout, shout, let it all out
These are the things
I can do without
Come on
I’m talking to you, come on