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Compound V Funeral

[Verse 1] Italianhippie in his chair, cat on the lap Anime on pause, weed in the ash PC fans whir, raid night glow And he wants the whole damn body count show A-Train took Popclaw’s turn to the grave Translucent went boom in the bathroom cave Madelyn Stillwell, bye-bye smile Becca went missing, then found for a while [Pre-Chorus] Homelander grins, the sky goes red One little hero, so many end up dead He says “next scene,” I say “next name” By season one, it’s already flame [Chorus] The Boys, The Boys, who died this week? The Boys, The Boys, say it loud and bleak Every “holy shit” comes back to haunt The Boys, The Boys, that’s the body count [Verse 2] Stormfront toasted in her own bright rage Lamplighter burned out offstage Doppelganger got split in two Termite sneezed and the nightmare flew Vought keeps smiling, blood on the floor Newman pops heads, and asks for more Soldier Boy storms with a haunted stare One bad explosion, cold hard air [Pre-Chorus] Black Noir hides, then fades from view Herogasm chaos, that’s what they do A supe gets cocky, a plan goes wrong And the grave keeps singing the same damn song [Chorus] The Boys, The Boys, who died this week? The Boys, The Boys, say it loud and bleak Every “holy shit” comes back to haunt The Boys, The Boys, that’s the body count [Bridge] Gimme the list, I’ll spin it fast From season one to the season four blast A gag, a scream, a punch, a fall This show doesn’t just kill, it kills them all So if season five wants to join the parade Bring a coffin, baby, bring a card and blade We’ll laugh, we’ll cringe, we’ll sing along To every face that didn’t last long [Final Chorus] The Boys, The Boys, who died this week? The Boys, The Boys, keep it sharp and cheeky Every “holy shit” comes back to haunt The Boys, The Boys, that’s the body count The Boys, The Boys, name by name The Boys, The Boys, it’s a gory fame