Are you ready to all gather together, all your heart, all your soul, all your anger, all your hate, and shout with me in group therapy, my brothers and sisters, my blood. Show me. Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do when I'm sick of my heart. I'm talking to you, sick of my heart. Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do when I'm sick of my heart. I'm talking to you, sick of my heart. Even violent times, you shouldn't have to sell your soul. Even black and white, they really, really ought to know. Just don't let those wandering minds who took you from where you belong. Give them good advice. You shouldn't have to jump for joy. You shouldn't have to shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do when I'm sick of my heart. I'm talking to you, sick of my heart. They give you life, and in return you gave them hell. As gold and dice, now with your hands, I hope we live to tell the tale. I hope we live to shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do when I'm sick of my heart. I'm talking to you, sick of my heart. Y'all ready? Here we go! Well, you never shout. Feel it beating like you're ever gonna let it all out. And when you're breaking down your guard, if I could change your mind, I'd really love to break your heart. I'd really love to shout, shout, let it all out. These are the things I can do when I'm sick of my heart. I'm talking to you, sick of my heart. I'd really love to... And let me shout, shout, let it all out. These are the things I can do when I'm sick of my heart. And when I'm sick of my heart. Shout Shout Shout Shout Shout