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