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