Shout Out Louds
Shout Out Louds
Shout Out Louds
Shout Out Louds
Shout Out Louds
Shout Out Louds
Shout Out Louds
Shout Out Louds
Shout Out Louds
Shout Out Louds
Shout Out Louds
Shout Out Louds
Oh, I'm fainting. I don't stand a chance
Meat is murder, and I don't even dance
Something is still worrying me tonight
Oh, I'm falling. Nothing is working out
And what comes out from my mouth
Is nothing to worry about
'Cause everything sounds miserable tonight
I haven't said too much, have I?
There are things you should keep to yourself