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, you're 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, you're 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   I'm alive, you're dead   I'm the stranger   Killing an Arab