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 is 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, politician's toys
Warboys, my boys, make lot a noise
When the lightning explodes
I pray for your soul

Hop, two, three, four

Well, they look so fierce they're gonna tear out your heart
When they get near we're 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
Here come the warboys
Here come the warboys
Here come...

War, war, war, warboys

Talkin' 'bout warboys, warboys



Credits
Writer(s): Brian May, Roger Taylor, Paul Rodgers
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