Soldier boy, made of clayBarking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now
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 blindman
Soldier boy, made of clayWhy, am I dying?
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 blindman
I was born for dying
Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I saySoldier boy, made of clayBack to the front
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 blindman