Metallica Lyrics
Metallica Lyrics
"Disposable Heroes Lyrics"
Up On The Roof Lyrics
The jones comes in late at night It huts with a terrible bite They don't come knockin' on my door Or slink across the greasy floor I'm up on the
The jones comes in late at night It huts with a terrible bite They don't come knockin' on my door Or slink across the greasy floor I'm up on the
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
Every Man Likes You Lyrics
Some men like the horses Some men like to drink Some men like to scratch their chins and Sit around and think Some men like the pulpit Some men l
us wellSome men like the horses Some men like to drink Some men like to scratch their chins and Sit around and think Some men like the pulpit Some men l
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
[End Chorus]
You can have the world If the world is what you need. Take me round in circles. I'll follow where you lead. Go anywhere If it's where you wanna g
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 {WEAR}, glory seeker trends <---------
bodies fill the fields I see
the slaughter never ends
[Chorus]
Why, Am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live of
BEAUTIFUL SON Lyrics
You look good in my dress I'll get your friends to clean the mess You look good in my clothes I can feel you where the doctor goes My beautiful son (
f lyingYou look good in my dress I'll get your friends to clean the mess You look good in my clothes I can feel you where the doctor goes My beautiful son (
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
[Chorus]
Back to the front.