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