Warfair
Clawfinger Lyrics


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Do you know how it feels to be down in the dirt.
With a bullet in you breast and blood on your shirt.
Lying in a blood pool down in a pit.
Covered with the corpse and the blood and the shit.

How does it feel to have a gun at your head.
When you know that you'd be much better off dead.
Looking right down trough the barrel of a gun.
Don't try to tell me that you think it's fun.

Praying for your mercy don't say you see the light.
What difference does it make if the good lord's right.
At the end of the war the survivors are none.
Because a war is a loss a war can't be won.

You're just another soldier and you're doing the dying.
You're a symbol of a nation so boy stop crying.
Hero of a war such a man so brave.
A Medal's worth nothing when you're lying in your grave.

Do you know the pain.
Marching into history Marching into war.
Can you feel the shame.
Marching into misery you function as a whore.

Warfair, warfair
5 o'clock in the morning and they shout out your name.
But they don't really care 'cause you all look the same.
Now this is the army and we train to kill.
Our job is to give you that fighting will.

So get off your knees and stand straight like a man.
Do I have to tell you twice to make you understand.
Freedom has a price and that price is blood.
So chase the motherfucker right down in the mud.

Do you know the pain.
Marching into history Marching into war.
Can you feel the shame.
Marching into misery you function as a whore.

Warfair, warfair, warfair, warfair
Ignore all your feelings just go all the way.
If you don't then death is the price you have to pay.
This ain't peace and love no man this is war.
Don't even dare to ask what you're fighting for.

Just search and destroy never question a lie.
You don't want to bite the bullet boy you don't want to die.
Don't try to tell me that you couldn't kill a man.
That's a load of fucking bullshit boy I know you can.

Do you know the pain.
Marching into history Marching into war.




Can you feel the shame.
Marching into misery you function as a whore.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Clawfinger's "Warfair" depict the horrors and dehumanization of war. The song speaks to the experience of a soldier on the battlefield, describing the physical and emotional pain that comes with being in war. The opening line describes being "down in the dirt" with a bullet in your chest, blood on your shirt, and surrounded by death. The following lines raise the question of whether it's worth living through such pain or if death would be better.


The song transitions into a reflection on the meaningless violence of war, questioning the concept of mercy or right and wrong when it comes to killing. The lyrics suggest that the only real outcome of war is death and that, in the end, nobody truly wins. The chorus repeats the word "warfair" as a pun on "warfare," mocking the concept of fighting as if it's some sort of fair game or sport.


The song's overall message seems to be that war is a brutal, degrading, and futile endeavor that should be avoided at all costs. The lyrics implore soldiers to consider the true cost of fighting and killing, both to themselves and others, and to question why they are being sent into battle in the first place.


Line by Line Meaning

Do you know how it feels to be down in the dirt.
Have you ever experienced the feeling of being low and helpless?


With a bullet in you breast and blood on your shirt.
Have you ever been shot and felt the pain of bleeding out?


Lying in a blood pool down in a pit.
Have you ever laid in your own blood in despair?


Covered with the corpse and the blood and the shit.
Have you ever been surrounded by dead bodies and waste?


How does it feel to have a gun at your head.
Have you ever been threatened with a gun to your head?


When you know that you'd be much better off dead.
When everything seems pointless and death feels like a better option?


Looking right down trough the barrel of a gun.
Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun and feeling helpless?


Don't try to tell me that you think it's fun.
Trying to deny the fact that there's nothing enjoyable about war?


Praying for your mercy don't say you see the light.
Pleading for mercy and hoping for salvation?


What difference does it make if the good lord's right.
Reflecting on the impact of religion and faith during wartime?


At the end of the war the survivors are none.
Recognizing that there are no true survivors in war?


Because a war is a loss a war can't be won.
Understanding that war is a futile and destructive activity?


You're just another soldier and you're doing the dying.
Realizing that in war, soldiers are just a statistic and easily replaceable?


You're a symbol of a nation so boy stop crying.
Being pressured to put on a brave face and represent your country?


Hero of a war such a man so brave.
The idea of being a hero in war is often misguided?


A Medal's worth nothing when you're lying in your grave.
Winning medals and recognition is pointless if you're dead?


5 o'clock in the morning and they shout out your name.
Being awoken early to begin another day of war?


But they don't really care 'cause you all look the same.
Feeling like you're just a faceless solider, not an individual person?


Now this is the army and we train to kill.
Understanding that the main objective of the military is to end lives?


Our job is to give you that fighting will.
Being trained to have a desire to fight and kill?


So get off your knees and stand straight like a man.
Being told to man up and be brave despite the situation?


Do I have to tell you twice to make you understand.
Being given orders and expected to follow without question?


Freedom has a price and that price is blood.
Being told that freedom and liberty come at a violent and deadly cost?


So chase the motherfucker right down in the mud.
Being instructed to follow orders and pursue the enemy no matter the cost or surroundings?


Ignore all your feelings just go all the way.
Being encouraged to suppress emotions and feelings to focus on the mission?


If you don't then death is the price you have to pay.
Considering the deadly consequences of not following orders in a warzone?


This ain't peace and love no man this is war.
Understanding that the horrors of war are far from peaceful or loving?


Don't even dare to ask what you're fighting for.
Realizing that soldiers may not even understand the reasons they're fighting in a war?


Just search and destroy never question a lie.
Being told to attack and destroy without questioning the motives or underlying reasons?


You don't want to bite the bullet boy you don't want to die.
Acknowledging the universal fear of death, especially in wartime?


That's a load of fucking bullshit boy I know you can.
Rejecting the idea that someone couldn't kill in the heat of battle?


Marching into history Marching into war.
Recognizing that war is an event that will go down in history and shape society?


Can you feel the shame.
Reflecting on the guilt and shame that often accompanies war?


Marching into misery you function as a whore.
Feeling like a mindless tool, willing to do anything to get the job done in a warzone?


Warfair, warfair, warfair, warfair
Repeating the phrase 'warfair' to emphasize the eternal cycle of warfare?




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: BARD TORTENSEN, ERLEND OTTEM, JOAKIM SKOG, ZAK TELL

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Comments from YouTube:

@dallyshallow6212

Absolutely genius song, I wish I could broadcast it on megaphone for the entire world to hear right now

@jsaintr.i.r4018

Mutcho Needed 🎉🎉🎉❤

@justiceforeveryone4542

Released on 21.April 1993. on my 21st birthday , during the war in Bosnia. I got this album on cassette next (1994) year. .No food, too much suffering and dying but for us young people in that time also having fun smoking weed and listening good music whenever possible :)

@Tschabee81

Svaka cast!

@JBrooksNYS

I remember all the Bosnians flooding into my city during this time in New York. Most of my neighbors are still Bosnian. They are great people. They came with nothing and built themselves up into a very strong community. I remember them all coming to school, not able to speak English, wearing raggedy clothing, but all sticking together. They have all come so far.

@prof.sterma

Same here minus the weed since I was 7/8 around that time, grew up on CF, GnR, RHCP, Metallica, Nirvana lunch packages, powder eggs and basements 😀 the highlight was catching the pin me down video whenever the electricity came on, or nirvana unplugged, not to mention the street fighter video cassette that was circulating the street 😅

@franciscoortegaarevalo9260

Clawfinger siempre transmite emociones. Nunca indiferencia. Son una banda infravalorada. Su música y lirismo son un auténtico regalo para escuchar lo auténtico: sin conservantes ni edulcorantes. Aún siguen "al pié del cañón"

@cesarmolinacastro6604

What a memories, the bass sounds are brutals.

@MrSvartedal

Masterpiece!

@grzegorzesmund34

My wychowani na dobrej muzyce.🙂

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