Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end 
 No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend [bad word] 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 
 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 

 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, I dying? 
 Kill, have no fear 
 Lie, live off lying 
 [bad word]  [bad word] 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.