They were born with the knowledge of the struggle to survive
They were raised, learning only ways to stay alive
Their language is the language of the bullet and the gun
If you can see them coming, baby better run
Here come the warboys
Here come the warboys
Well they look so pretty as they march and drill
It's such, a pity that they're dressed to kill
Soldiers marching two by two
When it all comes down they know exactly what to do
Here come the... war
Warboys, warboys, children and their toys
Warboys, warboys, make lot a noise
Warboys, when the lightning exlpodes
I pray for your soul
Hup...2...3...4
Well they look so fierce they're gonna tear out your heart
When they get near we're gonna see what they got
Hold on to your soul, friend of mine
I'll see you in hell, some other time
Here come the boys
Helping to kill, those who deserve to die
Tell me who decides
You and I
We have the power
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