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"...and Justice For All"
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Ecrite par: Hetfield/Ulrich/Hammett
Jouée en live pour la première fois: 14/09/1985 - St.Goarshausen, Allemagne
Thème des paroles: Le conditionnement militaire dont sont victimes les jeunes soldats.
Particularité: Le morceau que Rob Trujillo apprécie le plus interpréter sur scène.

Paroles

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 till 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 wear, 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

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