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