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 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 Soldiers marching
two by two When it all comes down
They
know exactly what to do
Here come the... warboys
Here
come the... warboys Warboys
Warboys, your boys, politicians' toys
Warboys, our boys make lot a noise 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 warboys Warboys Here come
the warboys Here they come
