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 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 [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 bare, 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
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
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