Standing on the beach with a gun in my handnStaring at the sea, staring at the sandnStaring down the barrel at the Arab on the groundnI can see his open mouth, but I hear no soundnI'm alive, you're deadnI'm the strangernKilling an ArabnnI can turn and walk awaynOr I can fire the gunnStaring at the sky, staring at the sunnWhichever I chosenIt amounts to the samenAbsolutely nothingnI'm alive, you're deadnI'm the strangernKilling an ArabnnI feel the steel butt jump smooth in my handnStaring at the sea, staring at the sandnStaring at myself reflected in the eyesnOf the dead man on the beachnI'm alive, you're deadnI'm the strangernKilling an Arabnn