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