I've got to go, but what a prize to givePackage deal to the sun, everything is inclusivewhere bullet holes scar the minaretssmoke on the horizon a beautiful sunset
Going on my Middle Eastern holidayGive me a gun, I hope I see my mum againGoing on my middle eastern holidayBeen gone so long, I hope I'm coming home some dayWe can fight, we can fight
I'm 21, meanwhile back at homeMy friends are out tonight all drinking and dancingI've got a girl, is she missing me?Watching out for me on the news on TV
Back at home, politicians sitOver lunch discussing thisIn the desert the fuse is lit,I'm the one who has to deal with it
He's got a gun, bullets meant for meTime seems to stand still I'm so scared I can't speakI'm flying home, above everythingI don't understand why is it my mothers crying?
Going on my Middle Eastern holidayGive me a gun, I hope I see my mum againGoing on my Middle Eastern holidayTop up the tan, fight for the man going far awayFar away
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