He's a wolf screaming lonely in the night

he's the blood stain on the stage

he's the tear in your eye, he's been tempted by his lie

he's the knife in your back, he's rage.

he's the heinous beast of unbelievable evil that makes my head spin round and round

but in the seasons of wither we stand and deliver

Be strong, and laugh and,

Shout! Shout! Shout!

Shout at the devil!

Shout! Shout! Shout!

Shout at the devil!

He'll be the beggar in the attic, the blood between his thighs, the clenched fist that takes a blow.

He'll put his strength to the test, he'll put the thrill back in the bay, he'll say "Anything Goes"

He'll put the risk to a kiss with the anger round his lips, the pit of despair and hell.

But in the seasons of wither we stand and deliver, be strong and laugh and!

Shout! Shout! Shout!

Shout at the devil!
Shout! Shout! Shout!
Shout at the devil!

(Mick's guitar solo)

Shout! Shout! Shout!
Shout at the devil!
Shout! Shout! Shout!

Shout at the devil!

Shout