Killing an Arab
Standing on the beachWith a gun in my handStaring at the seaStaring at the sandStaring down the barrelAt the arab on the groundI can see his open mouthBut I hear no sound
I'm aliveI'm deadI'm the strangerKilling an arab
I can turnAnd walk awayOr I can fire the gunStaring at the skyStaring at the sunWhichever I choseIt amounts to the sameAbsolutely nothing
I'm aliveI'm deadI'm the strangerKilling an arab
I feel the steel butt jumpSmooth in my handStaring at the seaStaring at the sandStaring at myselfReflected in the eyesOf the dead man on the beachThe dead man on the beach
I'm aliveI'm deadI'm the strangerKilling an arab