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Disposable Heroes
Metallica
Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
a servant 'til I fall
now an empty shell
Soldier boy, made of clay
but he served us well
twenty one, only son
Bred to kill, not to care
just do as we say
finished here, Greeting Death
he's yours to take away
Back to the front
you will do what I say, when I say
you will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
you coward
you blindman
you servant
Back to the front
Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now
sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends
the slaughter never ends
bodies fill the fields I see
now an empty shell
Soldier boy, made of clay
but he served us well
twenty one, only son
Bred to kill, not to care
just do as we say
finished here, Greeting Death
he's yours to take away
Back to the front
you will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
Back to the front
you will die when I say, you must die
you coward
you blindman
you servant
Why, Am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
HI was born for dying
Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
had no chance to see myself, moulded day by day
left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun
Soldier boy, made of clay
now an empty shell
twenty one, only son
but he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
just do as we say
finished here, Greeting Death
he's yours to take away
Back to the front
you will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
Back to the front
you will die when I say, you must die
you coward
you blindman
you servant
Back to the front
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