Death Is A Job
Charming Hostess Lyrics


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I'm running across an intersection to avoid the bullet of a sniper from the hill when I walk straight into some photographers:
They're doing their job, in deep cover.
If a bullet hit me they'd get a shot worth so much more than my life that I'm not even sure whom to hate:
The Chetnik sniper or these monkeys with Nikons.
For the Chetniks I'm just a simple target but those othersconfirm my utter helplessness and even want to take advantage of it.
In Sarajevo, death is a job for all of them.
Life has been narrowed down completely, reduced to gestures...a man covering his head with a newspaper as he runs across the same street, scared of a sniper's bullet.




Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Charming Hostess's song Death Is A Job delve into the harrowing experiences of civilians in war-torn cities. The opening lines depict a scene where the singer is attempting to dodge a sniper's bullet by crossing an intersection, only to accidentally walk into a group of photographers in hiding. The intensity of the situation is accentuated by the fact that these photographers would benefit from capturing an image of the singer being shot by the sniper; a chilling reminder of the mercenary nature of war journalism.


The lyrics go on to convey the feeling of helplessness and vulnerability felt by civilians in such situations. The singer feels like a simple target to the Chetnik sniper, but the appearance of the photographers seems to amplify the sense of desperation, as if the singer's life is reduced to nothing more than a potentially lucrative photograph. The final line, "In Sarajevo, death is a job for all of them," is particularly poignant, highlighting the tragedy of war when, instead of being a means of protecting or defending, taking life becomes a source of income.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm running across an intersection to avoid the bullet of a sniper from the hill when I walk straight into some photographers:
Despite trying to avoid danger, I unintentionally encountered some photographers who are working undercover.


They're doing their job, in deep cover.
The photographers are simply doing their work while hiding their true identity.


If a bullet hit me they'd get a shot worth so much more than my life that I'm not even sure whom to hate:
If I got shot, the photographers could obtain a valuable photo that outweighs my life's worth, making me unsure of whom to blame; the sniper or the photographers.


For the Chetniks I'm just a simple target but those othersconfirm my utter helplessness and even want to take advantage of it.
The Chetniks view me as an easy target, but the photographers make me feel helpless and even seem to capitalize on that vulnerability.


In Sarajevo, death is a job for all of them.
In Sarajevo, people have become so accustomed to death that it has become a profession for everyone, including the photographers and snipers.


Life has been narrowed down completely, reduced to gestures...a man covering his head with a newspaper as he runs across the same street, scared of a sniper's bullet.
Life in Sarajevo has become very limited and comparable to mere acts of survival; a person running across the street with a newspaper covering their head as they fear for their life.




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