These are the things I can do without
You shouldn't have to sell your soul
They really really ought to know
That took you for a working boy
You shouldn't have to jump for joy
You shouldn't have to shout for joy
And in return you gave them hell
I hope we live to tell the tale
I hope we live to tell the tale
And when you've taken down your guard
If I could change your mind
I'd really love to break your heart
I'd really love to break your heart