Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now Disposable Heroes by: Metallica Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow More a man, more stripes you wear, glory seeker trends Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end Bodies fill the fields I see No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend The slaughter never ends Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all Victim of what said should be [Chorus] A servant `til I fall {Why, Am I dying? [Chorus:] Kill, have no fear Soldier boy, made of clay Lie, live off lying Now an empty shell Hell, Hell is here} x2 Twenty one, only son but he served us well I was born for dying Bred to kill, not to care Do just as we say Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say Finished here, Greeting Death had no chance to see myself, molded day by day He's yours to take away Looking back I realize, nothing have I done left to die with only friend Back to the front Alone I clench my gun You will do what I say, when I say Back to the front [Chorus] You will die when I say, you must die Back to the front {Back to the front}x5. You coward You servant You blindman [End Chorus] Gangland by: Iron Maiden Shadows may hide you but also may be your grave You're running today maybe tomorrow you'll be saved You pray for daylight to save you for a while You wonder if your children will face the killer's smile Dead men -- tell no tales In Gangland -- murder's up for sale Dead men -- tell no tales In Gangland -- where jail birds die Face at the window leers into your own But it's only your reflection still you tremble in your bones How long can you hide? How long till they come? A rat in a trap but you've got to survive Once you were glad to be free for a while The air tasted good and the world was your friend Then came the day when the hard times began Now your alone but alive for how long? A knife at your throat another body on the pile A contract to keep and it's service with a smile Murder for vengeance or murder for gain Death on the streets or a blackened out jail
Disposable Heroes by: Metallica 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 [Chorus:] 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, 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 wear, glory seeker trends Bodies fill the fields I see The slaughter never ends [Chorus] {Why, Am I dying? Kill, have no fear Lie, live off lying Hell, Hell is here} x2 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 [Chorus] {Back to the front}x5. Gangland by: Iron Maiden Shadows may hide you but also may be your grave You're running today maybe tomorrow you'll be saved You pray for daylight to save you for a while You wonder if your children will face the killer's smile Dead men -- tell no tales In Gangland -- murder's up for sale Dead men -- tell no tales In Gangland -- where jail birds die Face at the window leers into your own But it's only your reflection still you tremble in your bones How long can you hide? How long till they come? A rat in a trap but you've got to survive Once you were glad to be free for a while The air tasted good and the world was your friend Then came the day when the hard times began Now your alone but alive for how long? A knife at your throat another body on the pile A contract to keep and it's service with a smile Murder for vengeance or murder for gain Death on the streets or a blackened out jail
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