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 bullets and the gun
If you see them coming,
babe you'd 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
See them marching two by two
When it all comes down
they know exactly what to do
Here come the war,
war, warboys
Warboys,
children and their toys
Warboys,
make a lot of noise
Warboys,
when the lightning explodes
I pray for your soul
Well they look so fierce
gonna tear out your heart
When they get near
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 warboys, warboys
Mmm
Warboys, warboys
