| Em | B | D | Em | |
| They were born with the knowledge of the | struggle | to | survive |
| Em | B | D | Em | |
| They were raised, learning only | ways to | stay | alive |
| Em | B | D | Em | |
| Their language is the language of the | bullet | and the | gun |
| Em | B | D | Em | |
| If you see them coming, b | aby, | better | run |
| Em | D | |
| Here come the warboys |
| Em | D | |
| Here come the warboys |
| Em | B | D | Em | |
| Well they look so pretty as they | march | and | drill |
| Em | B | D | Em | |
| It's such, a pity that they're | dressed | to | kill |
| Em | B | D | Em | |
| Soldiers marching | two | by | two |
| Em | B | D | Em | |
| When it all comes down they know e | xactly | what to | do |
| Em | D | |
| Here come the... war | boys |
| Em | D | |
| Warb | oys |
| Em | G | D | |
| Warboys, your boys, | politicians | toys |
| Em | G | D | |
| Warboys, our boys, | make lot of | noise |
| Em | G | D | Em | |
| When the | lightning | explodes |
| Em | G | D | |
| I | pray for your | soul |
| D | |
| Hup, 2, 3, 4 |
| Em | B | D | Em | |
| Well they look so fierce they're gonna | tear | out your | heart |
| Em | B | D | Em | |
| When they get near we're gonna s | ee | what they | got |
| Em | B | D | Em | |
| Hold on to your soul, f | riend | of | mine |
| Em | B | D | Em | |
| I'll see you in hell, s | ome | other | time |
| Em | D | |
| Here come the warboys |
| Em | D | |
| Here come the warboys |
| Em | D | |
| Here come the warboys |
| Em | B | D |