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