歌手:Metallica
专辑:《Helping Hands…Live & Acoustic At The Masonic》

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