Disponsable Heroes Metallica 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 Do just as we say Finished here Greetings, 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 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...