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Monday, August 18, 2008 - ore 21:44 METALLICA - DISPOSABLE HEROES UNA DELLE MIE CANZONI PREFERITE DEI ’TALLICA 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 willdo 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, Do just as we say, Finished here, greeting death, He’s yours to take away Back to the front, You willdo 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, 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 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 willdo 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 LEGGI I COMMENTI (1) PERMALINK |
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