I'm on my way in a foreign landnThe crime rate's up to 25 percentnDissident people everywherenAnd I can't find no comfort herennAll alone, no one's there to help menNo control, there's no one I can trustnnCause they were running in the dust, runningnCause they were running in the dust, runningnnI'm walking through the streets with a stranger's looknTheir eyes staring at me as the darkness cooksnThey ask me for a dollar a gun behind their backnTheir faces switch from friendly to attacknnAll alone, no one's there to help menNo control, there's no one I can trustnnCause they were running in the dust, runningnCause they were running in the dust, runningnnI miss my country, my friends, my familynI will struggle to go homenI'm settled for peace now step out of insanitynBut my dream has ended in a blastnnStanding here alone in this bloodstained landnAs I realized danger's close at handnA gunshot kills the sound of silencenAn angel's life has ended up by violencennCause they were running in the dust, runningnCause they were running in the dust, runningnCause they were running in the dustnRunning in the dustnnDust