Sing your least favorurite song At the top of my lungs (oh, oh, oh) I'll go out, grow my hair too long I'll go out, kiss all of your friends Make a story and pretend It was me who made this end (oh, oh, oh) And I don't wanna be locked out I don't wanna

Shout shout shout Delilah Stay away from me Shout shout shout till the kingdom comes Treading on my dreams Stop treading on my dreams Out out out Delilah Stop treading on my dreams Shout shout shout at the top of your lungs

It's a beautiful war Worth fighting for Left them something The tip of your tongue The top of your lungs Don't mean nothing Don't need nothing Bite your tongue

(I think we all) We all need a little more love I scream at the top of my lungs But my voice couldn't save this home You're proud of the guns you hold What's left now, where can we go? (We just need) Ooh a little more love (The world needs) Ooh little

I want to scream "I love you" from the top of my lungs But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me You can only blame your problems on the world for so long Before it all becomes the same old song As soon as we hit the hospital I know we're gonna leave