Disposable Heroes
Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes endNo one to play soldier now, no one to pretendRunning blind through killing fields, bred to kill them allVictim of what said should be, a servant till I fall
Soldier boy, made of clayNow an empty shellTwenty-one, only sonBut he served us wellBred to kill, not to careDo just as we sayFinished here. Greetings, Death,He's yours to take away
Back to the frontYou will do what I say, when I sayBack to the frontYou will die when I say, you must dieBack to the frontYou coward, you servant, you blind man
Barking of machine-gun fire does nothing to me nowSounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehowMore a man, more stripes you bare, glory-seeker trendsBodies fill the fields I seeThe slaughter never ends
Soldier boy, made of clayNow an empty shellTwenty-one, only sonBut he served us wellBred to kill, not to careDo just as we sayFinished here. Greetings, Death,He's yours to take away
Back to the frontYou will do what I say, when I sayBack to the frontYou will die when I say, you must dieBack to the frontYou coward, you servant, you blind man
Why am I dying?Kill, have no fearLie, live off lyingHell, hell is here
I was born for dying
Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I sayHad no chance to see myself, molded day by dayLooking back I realize, nothing have I doneLeft to die with only friendAlone I clench my gun
Soldier boy, made of clayNow an empty shellTwenty-one, only sonBut he served us wellBred to kill, not to careDo just as we sayFinished here. Greetings, Death,He's yours to take away
Back to the frontYou will do what I say, when I sayBack to the frontYou will die when I say, you must dieBack to the frontYou coward, you servant, you blind man
Back to the front