Here we come through your valley steel Glass in shards of a life that's real The only time that we really feel like boys (Yeah yeah, boys) Behind your window your legs are spread Your smile is fixed and your brain is dead The thing you need in your crawling bed is boys (Yeah yeah, boys) Meat on hooks in the reeperbahn John and Paul looking for some fun Nothing you can do that can't be done by boys (Yeah yeah, boys) Nearer home with a handicam Some booze and drugs and a leg of lamb She seems so willing to be the ham for boys (Yeah yeah, boys) Safe because they're above it all Jaded junkies of all that's cool All extremes will begin to pall for boys (Yeah yeah, boys) More is less than it used to be But we watch it back on the bar's TV In the hope it will look like reality for boys (Yeah yeah, boys) Here we come through your fields of flesh Ploughing deep all that's fine and fresh Sowing death is the fondest wish of boys