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

[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 [06:41.73]