I'm the one who preys upon the weakest
And the weakest always preys upon the one who's underneath
I'm the one who doesn't see the waves of human kindness
And the tides have turned today on the one who always turns and looks away
Because after all, we are only boys
Because after all, we are only boys
Because boys will be boys will be boys
Will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys

The clowns of death are marching on their hideous parade
Their glaring eyes are filled with hate btu I am not afraid
They're looking for the helpless ones
They're looking for the misbegotten
They prey upon the weak and fractured
The crippled and the freaks of nature
And when they come upon one who is lost or is alone
Their smiles get even bigger and their noses start to grow
With snarling sounds they pantomime with furious abandon
And with a scream they pounce to kill and all the while they're laughing

Hey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey

I'm the one who treads upon the weaker ones
Those that I can find
And there'll always be some others
Who will march along in line
And we'll move upon the world in a massive tidal wave
And we'll shout and make some noise
Because after all, we are only boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys

The clowns of death are marching on their hideous parade
Their glaring eyes are filled with hate, but I am not afraid
They're looking for the helpless ones
They're looking for the misbegotten
They prey upon the weak and fractured
The crippled and the freaks of nature
And when they go with radios perched high upon their heads
With circus music blasting out to fill your hearts with dread
They march around in unison, they speak in secret tongue
And if they catch you they will kill you simply for the fun

I'm the one who treads upon the weaker ones
Those that I can find, and they'll always be some others
Who will march along in line
And we'll move upon the world in a massive tidal wave
And we'll shout and make some noise
Because after all, we are only boys
Because after all, we are only boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys will be, will be boys will be
Will be boys will be, will be boys will be
Will be boys will be, will be boys will be
Will be boys will be, will be boys

The clowns of death are marching on their hideous parade
Their glaring eyes are filled with hate but I am not afraid
Their painted faces cracked with age, their makeup old and worn
With tattered wigs and toothy grins to amplify their scorn
They're looking for the helpless ones
They're looking for the misbegotten
They prey upon the weak and fractured
The crippled and the freaks of nature
And when your daughters, innocent, lay sleeping in their beds
They'll catch them when you're not around and chop their little heads
And if you think it's just a dream or that it isn't fair
Just look around outside your door, the clowns are everywhere...

I'm the one who preys upon the weakest
And the weakest always preys upon the one who's underneath
I'm the one who doesn't see the waves of kindness
And the tides have turned today
On the one who always turns and looks away
Turns and looks away
Because after all we are only boys
Because after all we are only boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys

Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (etc)

I'm the one who treads upon the weaker ones
Those that I can find, and there'll always be some others
Who can march along in line, yeah
March along in line
And we'll move upon the world in a massive tidal wave
And we'll shout and make some noise
Yeah, we'll shout and make some noise
Because after all we are only boys
Because after all we are only boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys

Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys

The clowns of death are marching on their hideous parade
Their glaring eyes are filled with hate, but I am not afraid
Their painted faces cracked with age, their make-up old and worn
With tattered wigs and toothy grins to amplify their scorn
They're looking for the helpless ones
They're looking for the misbegotten
They prey upon the weak and fractured
The crippled and the freaks of nature
And when they come upon one who is lost or is alone
Their smiles get even bigger and their noses start to grow
Making snarling sounds to pantomime the furious abandon
And with a grin they pounce to kill, and all the while they're laughing

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (etc)

I'm the one who treads upon the weaker ones
Those that I can find, and there'll always be some others
Who will march along in line
And we'll move upon the world in a massive tidal wave
And we'll shout and make some noise
Yeah, we'll shout and make some noise
Because after all we are only boys
Because after all we are only boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys

Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys
Will be boys, will be boys, will be boys

The clowns of death are marching on their hideous parade
Their glaring eyes are filled with hate, but I am not afraid
Their painted faces cracked with age, their make-up old and worn
With tattered wigs and toothy grins to amplify their scorn
They're looking for the helpless ones
They're looking for the misbegotten
They prey upon the weak and fractured
The crippled and the freaks of nature
Your sons and daughters, innocent, lay sleeping in their beds
They'll catch them when you're not around and smash their little heads
And if you think it's just a dream or that it isn't fair
Just look around outside your door, the clowns are everywhere...