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