I'm the one who preys the weakest And the weakest preys the one who's underneath
I'm the one who see The of human kindness And the tides that the day
I'm the one who Turns and looks Turns and away
after all, we are only boys Because after all, we are boys We'll be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be We'll be boys, be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be boys
We'll be boys, be boys, we'll be boys We'll be boys, we'll be boys, be boys We'll be boys, we'll be boys, be boys
I'm the one upon The weaker that I can find
And there'll be some others Who could march along in line, along in line
And, we'll upon the world In a tidal wave And shout and make some noise, yeah Shout and make noise
Because all, we are only boys Because all, we are only boys We'll be boys, be boys, we'll be boys We'll be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be boys, be boys
We'll be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be We'll be boys, we'll be boys, be boys be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be boys
The of death are marching on their hideous parade Their glaring eyes are filled hate but I am not afraid Their painted faces with age, their makeup old and worn With tattered wings and toothy grins to amplify their
They're looking for the helpless They're looking for the prey upon the weak and fractured The crippled and the of nature
And when the come upon one lost or is alone Their smiles get even and their noses start to glow Making snarling sounds to with furious abandon And with a scream they pounce to kill and all the while laughing
I'm the one treads the weaker ones Those that I can And there'll always be some Who will march along in
And we'll upon the world In a massive wave And shout and make some noise, yeah Shout and make noise
after all, we are only boys Because after all, we are boys We'll be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be We'll be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be
We'll be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be boys We'll be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be
The clowns of death are on their hideous parade glaring eyes are filled with hate but I am not afraid Their faces cracked with age, their makeup old and worn With tattered and toothy grins to amplify their scorn
They're for the helpless ones They're for the misbegotten prey upon the weak and fractured The crippled and the freaks of
Your and daughters, innocent, lay sleeping in their beds They'll catch them you're not around and smash their little heads If you think it a dream or that it isn't fair Just look around outside your door, the are everywhere