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