5.DISPOSABLE HEROES (8:15)
(Hetfield, Ulrich, Hammett)
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