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, 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
 You will die when I say, you must die
 Back to the front
 You coward
 You servant
 You blindman
 
 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 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, 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
 You will die when I say, you must die
 Back to the front
 You coward
 You servant
 You blindman
 
 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, moulded 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, 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
 You will die when I say, you must die
 Back to the front
 You coward
 You servant
 You blindman
 
 Back to the front
 
poniedziałek, 13 lutego 2012
Disposable Heroes Metallica
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