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Metallica
Metallica


Background information
Origin Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Heavy Metal
Thrash Metal
Hard Rock
Speed Metal
Years active 1981—present
Label(s) Elektra Records
Vertigo Records
Associated acts Megadeth
Echobrain
Spastik Children
Leather Charm
Exodus
Ozzy Osbourne
Website Website
Members
James Hetfield
Lars Ulrich
Kirk Hammett
Robert Trujillo
Former members
Ron McGovney
Dave Mustaine
Cliff Burton
Jason Newsted



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Metallica Lyrics

"Disposable Heroes" lyrics



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 

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 

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, molded 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 
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 

Back to the front.

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