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
  do just as we say
  finished here, greetings 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
  
  soldier boy, made of clay
  now an empty shell
  twenty one, only son
  but he served us well
  bred to kill, not to care
  do just as we say
  finished here, greetings 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, moulded 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
  do just as we say
  finished here, greetings 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