Disposable Heroes (Live At The Masonic, San Francisco, CA - November 3rd, 2018)

Disposable Heroes (Live At The Masonic, San Francisco, CA - November 3rd, 2018) - Metallica (金屬樂隊)

Lyrics by：James Hetfield/Kirk Hammett/Lars Ulrich

Composed by：James Hetfield/Kirk Hammett/Lars Ulrich

Produced by：Greg Fidelman

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

Tell me why

Am I dying

Tell have no pay

Lie leave of lying

And heaven go

Tell me why

And I was born for dying

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

Tell me why

Am I dying

Tell have no pay

Lie leave of lying

And heaven go

Tell me why

And I was born for dying

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

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

Tell me why

Am I dying

Tell have no pay

Lie leave of lying

And heaven go

Tell me why

And I was born for dying

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 will die when I say you must die

Back to the front

You coward

You servant

You blind man

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

You coward

You servant

You blind man

Back to the front

You coward

You servant

You blind man

Back to the front

You coward

You servant

You blind man

Back to the front

You coward

You servant

You blind man

Back to the front

You coward

You servant

You blind man

Tell me why

Am I dying

Tell have no pay

Lie leave of lying

And heaven go

Tell me why

And I was born for dying