Just take for instance
A time of great depression
Fade out of reason
Bad time's in season

Don't shut your heart out
Don't cry your eyes out

Don't cry for me, Mexico
Or savage pencil
I'm nearly healthy

And they try to take my eyes out
Friends try to work my soul out
But I don't sing, I just shout
Heavy clout, heart out

Now here's a joke
to cheer you up:
Old times no surgeon
Just magicians and dungeons
There they take your heart out
With a sharp knife
It wasn't fake
They had no anesthetic.
That joke's pathetic.

Just look at me
Too much speed
But very plain
You're lucky, friend.

You've got one to take out
You know what I'm talking about!
I don't sing I just shout
All on one note.
Sing, sing, sing, sing
Look at me, I just ding

Heart is out, out, it's out

Copyright: THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Writer(s): CRAIG ANTHONY SCANLAN, MARK EDWARD SMITH, MARK RILEY