Killing An Arab
The Cure

standing on a 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 see his open mouth
but I hear no sound

i'm alive
and dead
and 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
and dead
and the stranger
killing an arab

I feel the sliver jump, pow
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
and dead
and the stranger
killing an arab