They were born with the knowledge of the struggle to survive

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 warboys 
Here come the warboys 

Well they look so pretty as they march and drill 
It's 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... war 

Warboys, warboys, children and their toys 
Warboys, warboys, make lot a noise 
Warboys, when the lightning exlpodes 
I pray for your soul 

Hup...2...3...4 

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 boys 

Helping to kill, those who deserve to die 
Tell me who decides 
You and I 
We have the power