Clowns Of Death

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 or the tides that
turn the day
I'm the one who always turns and looks away
Turns and looks away

[chorus 1]
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

I'm the one treads upon the weaker ones
Those that I can find
And there'll always be some others who could 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
Shout and make some noise

[chorus 1]

[chorus 2]
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 wings 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 the come upon one who's lost or is alone
Their smiles get even bigger and their noses start to glow
Making snarling sounds to pantomime with furious abandon
And with a scream they pounce to kill and all the while they're laughing

I'm the one treads upon the weaker ones
Those that I can find
And there'll always be some others who will march along in line