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