Boys with Sticks

See them coming
Shouting disgusting
Words of innate irate hate and

Now we're running
Can you hear that buzzing
Telling us we're too young to know

But the love in their hearts won't grow
But the love in our hearts won't go

If we're just boys with sticks
Is it a toy that's slick
All the white noise they pick
You're all just poised skeptics

If we are all the beast
Look at who mauls the least
They'll have a brawl and feast
To enthrall the deceased

Now they're yelling
We've stopped telling them to
Go away, today we say hey

We won't stop being
What you're not seeing
We won't live life for someone else

So the love in our hearts won't go
But the love in their hearts won't grow

If we're just boys with sticks
Is it a toy that's slick
All the white noise they pick
You're all just poised skeptics

If we are all the beast
Look at who mauls the least
They'll have a brawl and feast
To enthrall the deceased

Our love it won't go
Their love it won't grow
Our love it won't go
Their love it won't grow
Our love it won't go (Go, go, go)
Their love it won't grow
So so so so so so so so

If we're just boys with sticks
Is it a toy that's slick
All the white noise they pick
You're all just poised skeptics

If we are all the beast
Look at who mauls the least
They'll have a brawl and feast
To enthrall the deceased

If we're just boys with sticks