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Metallica: Disposable Heroes (Remastered)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Metallica
Metallica
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Hetfield
James Hetfield
Composer
Lars Ulrich
Lars Ulrich
Composer
Kirk Hammett
Kirk Hammett
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vladimir Johnson
Vladimir Johnson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tim Mulligan
Tim Mulligan
Mastering Engineer
Niko Bolas
Niko Bolas
Mixing Engineer
Frank Gironda
Frank Gironda
Producer
Will Mitchell
Will Mitchell
Producer
John Hausmann
John Hausmann
Recording Engineer

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, 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 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 wear, 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 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 off lying Hell, hell is here 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, molded 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 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 Back to the front Back to the front Back to the front Back to the front Back to the front
Writer(s): Lars Ulrich, James Alan Hetfield, Kirk L. Hammett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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