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 chose 
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