That Boy on the Stage

We use words as weapons

He speaks of love and power
And all those pretty things
You know the voice that flatters you
It's 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
We 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