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

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

21, 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

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

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

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

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