Favorite Songs

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

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

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

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

Back to the front

Back to the front

Back to the front

Back to the front