Disposable Heroes (November 1985, Work In Progress Rough Mix)

[Instrumental Intro] [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 [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 [Verse 2] Barking of machine-gun fire does nothing to me now Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somеhow More a man, more stripes you wеar, glory seeker trends Bodies fill the fields I see, the slaughter never ends [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 [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 [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... [Instrumental Outro]