| I’m the one who preys upon the weakest
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| And the weakest always prey upon the one who’s underneath
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| I’m the one who doesn’t see the waves of human kindness
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| Or the tides that turn the day
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| I’m the one who always turns and looks away
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| Turns and looks away
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| Because after all, we are only boys
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| Because after all, we are only boys
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| We’ll be boys, we’ll be boys, we’ll be boys
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| We’ll be boys, we’ll be boys, we’ll be boys, we’ll be boys
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| We’ll be boys, we’ll be boys, we’ll be boys
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| We’ll be boys, we’ll be boys, we’ll be boys
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| I’m the one who treads upon the weaker ones
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| Those that I can find
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| And there’ll always be some others
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| Who can march in line, yeah
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| March along in line
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| And we’ll move upon the world
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| In a massive tidal wave
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| And we’ll shout and make some noise, yeah
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| Shout and make some noise
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| The Clowns of Death are marching on their hideous parade
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| Their glaring eyes are filled with hate, but I am not afraid
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| Their painted face cracked with age, their makeup old and worn
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| With tattered wigs and toothy grins to amplify their scorn
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| They’re looking for the helpless ones
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| They’re looking for the misbegotten
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| They prey upon the weak and fractured
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| The crippled and the freaks of nature
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| And when they come upon one who is lost or is alone
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| Their smiles get even bigger and their noses start to glow
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| Making snarling sounds to pantomime with furious abandonment
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| And with a scream, they pounce to kill
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| And all the while, they’re laughing…
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| I’m the one who treads upon the weaker ones
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| Those that I can find
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| And there’ll always be some others
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| Who will march along in line
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| And we’ll move upon the world
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| In a massive tidal wave
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| And we’ll shout and make some noise, yeah
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| Shout and make some noise
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| Your sons and daughters, innocent, lay sleeping in their beds
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| They’ll catch them when you’re not around and smash their little heads
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| If you think it’s just a dream or that it isn’t fair
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| Just look around outside your door; |
| the clowns are everywhere |