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    Metallica Disposable Heroes текст песни

    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
    [End Chorus]

    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.

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