| 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
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
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
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
Why, Am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off
lying
H***, H*** 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
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
Back to the front |
