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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
[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 till I fall
[PreChorus]
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
[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
[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
[PreChorus]
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
[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
[Bridge]
Why am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, hell is here
[Bridge]
Why am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, hell is here
[Bridge]
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
[PreChorus]
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
[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
[Outro]
Back to the front
Back to the front
Back to the front
Back to the front
Written by: Kirk Hammett, James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich