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.