I'm the one who preys the weakest And the weakest always the one who's underneath
I'm the one who see The waves of human And the tides turn the day
I'm the one who Turns and away and looks away
Because after all, we are boys Because after all, we are only be boys, we'll 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, 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 always be others Who could march along in line, along in line
And, move upon the world In a tidal wave And we'll and make some noise, yeah and make some noise
Because after all, we are boys after all, we are only boys We'll be boys, be boys, we'll 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 We'll be boys, we'll be boys, be boys
The clowns of death are on their hideous parade glaring eyes are filled with hate but I am not afraid Their painted faces cracked with age, their makeup old and tattered wings and toothy grins to amplify their scorn
They're looking for the ones They're looking for the They 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 bigger and 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 upon the weaker Those that I can And there'll always be some Who march along in line
And move upon the world In a massive wave And shout and make some noise, yeah Shout and make some
Because all, we are only boys Because after all, we are 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 We'll be boys, be boys, we'll be boys We'll be boys, be boys, we'll be boys
The of death are marching on their hideous parade Their glaring eyes are filled with but I am not afraid Their painted 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 freaks of
Your sons and daughters, innocent, lay in their beds They'll catch them when you're not around and smash their heads If you think it just a or that it isn't fair Just around outside your door, the clowns are everywhere