Standing on the 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 can 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 the beach The dead man on the beach
I'm alive I'm dead I'm the stranger Killing an arab
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