Standing on a 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 see his open mouth
But I hear no sound.

I'm alive...
I'm 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 choose
It amounts to the same -
Absolutely nothing.

I'm alive...
I'm 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 a beach.
(The dead man on a beach)

I'm alive...
I'm dead...
I'm the stranger...
Killing an Arab.