Album:
MASTER OF PUPPETS
Jahr:
1986
Titel:
Disposable Heroes
geschrieben:
Hetfield, Ulrich, Hammett

master

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