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, 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 blind man
Barking of machine-gun 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
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 blind man
Why am I dying? Kill, have no fear Lie, live off lying Hell, hell is here
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, 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 blind man
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