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
Ooh-ooh, that boy on the stage
Well, he can't control it
Ooh-ooh, 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
Ooh-ooh, that boy on the stage
Well, he can't control it
Ooh-ooh, that boy on a stage
Well, he can't control himself
Ooh-ooh, that boy on the stage
Well, he can't control it
Ooh-ooh, that boy on a stage
Well, he can't control the rage
