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Disposable Heroes

 

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 they said should be
A servant till 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

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


~Metallica
thegreylady thegreylady 46-50, F Nov 6, 2011

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