Disposable Heroes (Vocal Track)

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This is the vocal track from Disposable Heroes.

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Hey, uh, Mr. Hetfield, how do you wipe?

James:
2:36

jwspitz

Some one else has ever noticed this should be the first vocals recorded for the album as they sound much more like ride the lighting than fore going albums?

luckydominguez

You James Hetfield is the best metal vocalist of all time!

cj

Crazy Hetfield’s rhythm guitar behind Kirk’s solo. I hear a major 7th chord which is rare for Metallica! 🤘

yuggothproductions

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, greetings 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 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
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings 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, greetings 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

marcialsantander

Wow, Uncle Ben was right about James' guitar part. That harmony riff is fucky.

RichieRichOverdrive

Lyrics according to auto captions

Bodies fill the fields I see
Hungry heroes and
No one to play souls in now
The one to pretend

Running back through killing feels
Bread to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
A sub until the fall!

So the boy, made a play
Now an empty shell
21, only son
But he served this whale

Right to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finish tail, raining down
He's got to take away!!!

BACK TO THE FRIES!!!
You will do
What I say
When I say

BACK TO THE FRONT!!!
You will die
What I say
You must die

BACK TO THE FRONT!!!
You coward!!
You servant!!
You blind man!!

[_] of machine gun bob
Does nothing to me now
Selling of that black that text
Can use to it somehow

More a man must write you well
Glory-seeking trans
Bodies bill the fields I see
The slaughter nappa hands!

So the boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
21, only son
But he served as whale

Print to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finish sale, Brady stop
He's on to take away!!!

BACK IN 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 can't would!!
You Sullivan's!!
You blind man!!

(Why!!!) Am I die you
[____] Have no fear

[____] Hey listen!!!

(By!!!) A my diner you
[___] Have no fair
(Liar!!!)
[___] Hill is here!!!

I WAS BORN FOR DIET!!!

Life planned out before my birth
Nothing good I say
Had no chance to see myself
Moldy day by day

Looking back I realized
Nothing have I done
Left to die with only friend
Alone I clenched my gun!!

Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
21, only son
But he served us well

Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finish sale, breaks down
He's all to take away!!!

BACK TO THE FRONT!!!
You will do
What I say
When I say

BACK TO THE FRONT!!!
You will die
What I'll say
You must die

BACK TO THE FRONT!!!
You coward!!!
You servants!!!
You blind bag!!!

Back to the front!!

(Front!!!)

(Right!!!)

(Back on rods!!!)

(Rise!!!)

renathunter