Artist:
Metallica
Song:
Disposable Heroes
Album: Master
Of Puppets
Written by
James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich & Kirk Hammet
Verse 1:
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
Bridge:
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
Chorus:
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
Verse 2:
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 wear, glory seeker trends
Bodies fill the
fields I see, the slaughter never ends
Bridge:
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
Chorus:
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
Middle:
Why, Am I dying?
Kill, Have no
fear
Lie, Live of
lying
Hell, Hell is
here
Why, Am I dying?
Kill, Have no
fear
Lie, Live of
lying
Hell, Hell is
here
I was born for
dying
Verse 3:
Life planned
out before my birth, nothing could I say
Had no chance
to see myself, moulded day by day
Looking back I realise,
nothing have I done
Left to die
with only friend, alone I clench my gun
Bridge:
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
Chorus:
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
Back to the front
Ending:
Back to the front,
back to the front
Back to the front,
back to the front
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– Lyrics
– Master
Of Puppets
©
David Evans 2002