The Shout

You tell me that you love my stuff

Baby that ain’t good enough

You tell me that you think I’m great

Maybe you’re a little late

You say you wanna buy me lunch

Mister you just hit the crunch

You say you wanna hear my views

Sister you ain’t heard the news

I’ve quit the job

I’ve shut the shop

I’ve hung the rag

And slung the slot

I’m giving up my life for art

Sold the horse and smashed the cart

I’ve seen the error of my ways

No use living in a daze

No use living in a dream

Sometimes you have to scream

No more howling at the moon

Time to try a different tune

No more staring at the sun

Time to try a different drum

Time to try a different clock

Wind it up and let it rock

Time to kill those nagging doubts

Turn it up and shout it out

I’ve quit the job

I’ve shut the shop

I’ve hung the rag

And slung the slot

I’m giving up my life for art

Sold the horse and smashed the cart

I’ve seen the error of my ways

No use living in a daze

No use living in a dream

Sometimes you have to scream