Boy with the Toy
Skies are softly red
Clouds drift over head a
Path runs through the hills
Yonder water spills
The boy with the toy is king of the hill
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
New life will be born
From your tomb emerge to
Carry on your path
And control, you see the
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
Man with the gun might be your son
Must I do this or you?
Can't I think can't I choose?
But see they fed us and they grew us strong
And then they drew out maps of right and wrong
Now the skies are burning red
The clouds loom over head
They're running from the hills where
All the blood is spilled
New life will be born a
Boy with out a home
Be sure it's soul is torn
It's feet feel only thorns
And you cry, tears are dry, when yourself you justify
And they cry don't ask why
Armies walk this land
Given by gods hand
More with every step
God it needs your help
All for
We will cleanse our ears from
Heresies we fear
The boy with the toy is king of the hill
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
Man with the gun might be your son
Must I do this or you
Can't we think? Can't we choose?
But see they fed our minds since dawn of time and
When I kill you I commit no crime
Now the skies are burning red
The clouds loom over head
They're running from the hills where
All the blood is spilled
New life has been born a
Boy without a home a
Demon to control with
Loaded dice to roll
And we cry, tears are dry, when ourselves we justify
And they cry, don't ask why, don't even try, just live your own high
It's all right, you obey, look away and save the day
Save the day, save the day
Wake up, wake up boy
Open up your eyes
Used you, will lose you
Please don't you become
Where have you gone to
Cover your ears
Skies are burning red
The clouds loom over head and
All your built up hate is
All the more your fate
New life has been born but
Now it's life is torn
While you go lie in bed this
Child is made dead
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
Boy with the toy is King of the hill
Boy with the toy is King of the hill
Clouds drift over head a
Path runs through the hills
Yonder water spills
The boy with the toy is king of the hill
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
New life will be born
From your tomb emerge to
Carry on your path
And control, you see the
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
Man with the gun might be your son
Must I do this or you?
Can't I think can't I choose?
But see they fed us and they grew us strong
And then they drew out maps of right and wrong
Now the skies are burning red
The clouds loom over head
They're running from the hills where
All the blood is spilled
New life will be born a
Boy with out a home
Be sure it's soul is torn
It's feet feel only thorns
And you cry, tears are dry, when yourself you justify
And they cry don't ask why
Armies walk this land
Given by gods hand
More with every step
God it needs your help
All for
We will cleanse our ears from
Heresies we fear
The boy with the toy is king of the hill
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
Man with the gun might be your son
Must I do this or you
Can't we think? Can't we choose?
But see they fed our minds since dawn of time and
When I kill you I commit no crime
Now the skies are burning red
The clouds loom over head
They're running from the hills where
All the blood is spilled
New life has been born a
Boy without a home a
Demon to control with
Loaded dice to roll
And we cry, tears are dry, when ourselves we justify
And they cry, don't ask why, don't even try, just live your own high
It's all right, you obey, look away and save the day
Save the day, save the day
Wake up, wake up boy
Open up your eyes
Used you, will lose you
Please don't you become
Where have you gone to
Cover your ears
Skies are burning red
The clouds loom over head and
All your built up hate is
All the more your fate
New life has been born but
Now it's life is torn
While you go lie in bed this
Child is made dead
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
Boy with the toy is king of the hill
Boy with the toy is King of the hill
Boy with the toy is King of the hill
Credits
Writer(s): Ron Oppenheim
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