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