Stan-

ding

on

the

beach

With

a

gun

in

my

hand

Star-

ing

at

the

sea

Star-

ing

at

the

sand

Star-

ing

down

the

bar-

rel

At

the

ar-

ab

on

the

ground

See

his

o-

pen

mouth

But

I

hear

no

sound

I'm

a-

live

I'm

dead

I'm

the

stran-

ger

Kill-

ing

an

ar-

ab

I

can

turn

And

walk

a-

way

Or

I

can

fi-

re

the

gun

Star-

ing

at

the

sky

Star-

ing

at

the

sun

Which-

e-

ver

I

chose

It

a-

mounts

to

the

same

Ab-

so-

lu-

tely

no-

thing

I'm

a-

live

I'm

dead

I'm

the

stran-

ger

Kill-

ing

an

ar-

ab

I

feel

the

steel

butt

jump

Smooth

in

my

hand

Star-

ing

at

the

sea

Star-

ing

at

the

sand

Star-

ing

at

my-

self

Re-

flec-

ted

in

the

eyes

Of

the

dead

man

on

the

beach

Dead

man

on

the

beach

I'm

a-

live

I'm

dead

I'm

the

stran-

ger

Kill-

ing

an

ar-

ab