Music

Disposable Heroes

Written By 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
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 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
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

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