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 blindman   Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now   Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow   More a man, more stripes you bare, 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   Just do 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 blindman   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   Just do 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 blindman   Back to the front.