Warfair

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.