Disposable Heroes Lyrics - Master Of Puppets - Metallica

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 

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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 

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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 

(Solo) 

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