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Metallica - Disposable Heroes Orgullo Pasion Y Gloria Tres Noches En La Ciudad De Mexico Lyrics

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Estan listos?
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Estan listos?!
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[Intro]

Shaaa!
You want to see some action out there!
Oh!

[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
Lets sing it!
Back to thе front
You will do what I say when I say
Back to the front
You will die whеn I say you must die
Back to the front
You coward, you servant, you blind man
[Verse 2]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Bridge]
Oh
Why am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, hell is here
[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]
Why am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, hell is here
I was born for dying

[Verse 3]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
Come with us
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
[Outro]
Back to the front
Back to the front
Back to the front
Back to the front