We use words as weapons
He speaks of love and power
And all those pretty things
You know the voice that flatters you
Is not the voice that sings
Oh, that boy on the stage, well, he can't control it
Oh, that boy on the stage, well, he can't control it
In someone else's clothes
Who cares where he is from?
Shut up and hit that metal
You know where we belong
Oh, that boy on the stage, well, he can't control it
Oh, that boy on the stage, well, he can't control himself
Oh, that boy on the stage, well, he can't control it
Oh, that boy on the stage, well, he can't control the rage