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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Hetfield
Vocals
Lars Ulrich
Drums
Cliff Burton
Background Vocals
Kirk Hammett
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Hetfield
Composer
Lars Ulrich
Composer
Kirk Hammett
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metallica
Producer
Flemming Rasmussen
Engineer
Michael Wagener
Mixing Engineer
Mark Wilczak
Assistant Mixing Engineer
George Marino
Mastering Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Gentry Studer
Mastering 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
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