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Metallica – Disposable Heroes

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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 Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Do just as we say Finished here, greetings death He's yours to take away Back to the front You will do what I say when I say Back to the front You will die when I say you must die Back to the front You coward You servant You blind man Barking of machine gun fire Does nothing to me now Sounding of the clock that ticks Get used to it somehow More a man, more stripes you wear Glory seeker trends Bodies fill the fields I see The slaughter never ends Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Do just as we say Finished here, greetings death He's yours to take away Back to the front You will do what I say when I say Back to the front You will die when I say you must die Back to the front You coward You servant You blind man Why, am I dying? Kill, have no fear Lie, live off lying Hell, hell is here Why, am I dying? Kill, have no fear Lie, live off lying Hell, hell is here I was born for dying Life planned out before my birth Nothing could I say Had no chance to see myself Molded day by day Looking back I realize Nothing have I done 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 Do just as we say Finished here, greetings death He's yours to take away Back to the front You will do what I say when I say Back to the front You will die when I say you must die Back to the front You coward You servant You blind man Back to the front Back to the front Back to the front Back to the front Back to the front

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