Killing An Arab

Standing on the beach with a gun in my hand

Staring at the sea, staring at the sand

Staring down the barrel at the Arab on the ground

I can see his open mouth, but I hear no sound

I'm alive, you're dead

I'm the stranger

Killing an Arab

I can turn and walk away

Or I can fire the gun

Staring at the sky, staring at the sun

Whichever I chose

It amounts to the same

Absolutely nothing

I'm alive, you're dead

I'm the stranger

Killing an Arab

I feel the steel butt jump smooth in my hand

Staring at the sea, staring at the sand

Staring at myself reflected in the eyes

Of the dead man on the beach

I'm alive, you're dead

I'm the stranger

Killing an Arab