Warboys

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 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, 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 two three four

Well they look so fierce they gonna tear out your heart

When they get near we 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

Warboys