Disposable Heroes
(Hetfield, Ulrich, Hammett)
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
Victims of what said should be
A servant `till I fall
Soldier boy, make 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 blindman
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 on you bare, glory seeker
trends
Bodies fill the fields I see
The slaughter never ends
Soldier boy, make 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 blindman
Why am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie life off lying
Hell, hell is here
I was born for dying
Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
Had no change 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, make 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 blindman