Killing an Arab by The Cure

Standing on the beach, with a gun in my hand
Staring at the sky, staring at the sand
Staring down the barrel at the Arab on the ground
I see his open mouth but I hear no sound

I'm alive, I'm dead
I'm a 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 a stranger killing an Arab

I feel the silver 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, I'm dead
I'm the stranger killing an Arab

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