text: 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 can see them coming, baby better run
  Here come the war boys
  Here come the war boys
  Well they look so pretty as they march and drill
  It is such, a pity that they are dressed to kill
  Soldiers marching two by two
  When it all comes down they know exactly what to do
  Here come the... war
  War boys, war boys, children and their toys
  War boys, war boys, make lot a noise
  War boys, when the lightning explodes
  I pray for your soul
  Hop...2...3...4
  Well they look so fierce they are going to tear out your heart
  When they get near we are going to see what they got
  Hold on to your soul, friend of mine
  I will see you in hell, some other time
  Here come the boys
  Helping to kill, those who deserve to die
  Tell me who decides
  You and I
  We have the power