bodies fill the fields i see
hungry heros 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 servent '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 your's 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 empt 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 of lying
hell, hell is here
i was born for dying
life planned out before my birth
nothing i could say
had no chance to see myself,moulded day by day
left to die 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 your's 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 mann...
