Disposable Heroes - 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

just do 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 bare, glory seeker trends

bodies fill the fields I see

the slaughter never ends

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

Back to the front.