Metallica - Disposable Heroes (November 1985 / Work In Progress Rough Mix)(1986)

[01:39.49] Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
[01:43.15] No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
[01:49.84] Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
[01:54.78] Victim of what said should be
[01:58.06] A servant 'til I fall
[02:01.35] Soldier boy, made of clay
[02:03.39] Now an empty shell
[02:05.89] 21, only son
[02:08.11] But he served us well
[02:10.54] Bred to kill, not to care
[02:12.95] Do just as we say
[02:14.91] Finished here, greetings death
[02:17.48] He's yours to take away
[02:18.90] Barking of machine-gun fire, does nothing to me now
[02:58.40] Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
[03:03.78] More a man, more stripes you wear, glory seeker trends
[03:09.41] Bodies fill the fields I see
[03:12.15] The slaughter never ends
[03:15.01] Soldier boy, made of clay
[03:17.76] Now an empty shell
[03:20.19] 21, only son
[03:22.56] But he served us well
[03:24.81] Bred to kill, not to care
[03:27.51] Do just as we say
[03:29.79] Finished here, greetings death
[03:32.29] He's yours to take away
[06:05.21] Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
[06:10.16] Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
[06:15.45] Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
[06:20.92] Left to die with only friend
[06:23.86] Alone I clench my gun
[06:26.63] Soldier boy, made of clay
[06:29.28] Now an empty shell
[06:31.69] 21, only son
[06:34.05] But he served us well
[06:36.47] Bred to kill, not to care
[06:38.89] Do just as we say
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