Disposable Heroes

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 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 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
    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

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     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 Back to the front.