Queen

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