intro/chorus two: g-man] Whenever you need good lovin You gotta understand, it takes a man, a man To keep you satisfied [chubb rock] Ha ha ha Now toys
Tom disrespect Tom Teflon through his chest and fuck 'em for T I'm rolling in my candle camouflage Wing ding and white wands and now I ready to march
remember when, i was ten, lookin forward to xmas agian, everything, i enjoy, like the family xmas tree and the toys, and i'd wake up early morning while
: "--all the red toys,--" Bert: "Ye--" (he suddenly realizes) Ernie: "--all the toys with wheels, and all the toys with ladders. Yessir, I'm really putting away the toys." (Ernie marches
saying The toys are us we don't even know All the thug rock kids are playing All the punk God Angels saying The toys are us we don't even know Go,
you somethin' small to use Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we need you now, pow Little weapon Now here comes the march of the boy brigade A macaw parade of the toys
moon comes up, all of the toys behind closed doors open their eyes and move their squeaky joints across the floor. Rocking horses run, tinker toys
Won't You listen all You pretty boys in magazines You look like plastic toys Superstars of rock You just pretend a blasphemy that never seems to end Ugly
come, I come with it, I don't rep Playa haters wanna kill me, march niggas, step Yeah I got it, fuck them niggas, I ain't hidin it Hot boy with hot toys
invisible? Yeah Just another day walking in the steps of Cain In the desert sun lightning strikes Chemical lights burn my eyes A mother's son is now a soldier marching
from crazy toys We got the answer Blackheath nothing goes on here Blackheath nothing grows on here Blackheath only children play If I believe in all I read I'd be marching
's nothing left, Our necks now hang we've met our death A curse in on our souls, we have no choice, We are but toys marching into fire March!
the jealous Relish the moment their opponent went to bevel Six feet under, what a bummer, it's no wonder the waste Could have been a contender, now maggots march
Let's get together, how 'bout a quarter to ten Come tomorrow, let's all do it again Boys will be boys, better let them have their toys Girls will be
Marching up, every day and every night To the drummers beat Titled the oldest profession, and it never fell back Not even in the recession No christmas toys
fields of futile war Toys of death are spitting lead Where boys that were our soldiers bled War horse and war machine Curse the name of liberty Marching
Laser boy I'm called the one who makes and creates toys For imaginations to become what they were once Long before the hour glass was cast we were ageless
brands his cattle for life After eons it is time to go All of them empty shells walking, overused toys To nowhere they march, martyrs of lust In the
