I've got to go, but what a prize to give
Package deal to the sun, everything is inclusive
where bullet holes scar the minarets
smoke on the horizon a beautiful sunset
Going on my Middle Eastern holiday
Give me a gun, I hope I see my mum again
Going on my middle eastern holiday
Been gone so long, I hope I'm coming home some day
We can fight, we can fight
I'm 21, meanwhile back at home
My friends are out tonight all drinking and dancing
I've got a girl, is she missing me?
Watching out for me on the news on TV
[CHORUS]
Back at home, politicians sit
Over lunch discussing this
In the desert the fuse is lit, I'm the one who has to deal with it
He's got a gun, bullets meant for me
Time seems to stand still I'm so scared I can't speak
I'm flying home, above everything
I don't understand why is it my mothers crying?
Going on my Middle Eastern holiday
Give me a gun, I hope I see my mum again
Going on my Middle Eastern holiday
Top up the tan, fight for the man going far away
Far away...
[Thanks to Wouter (atreyu_rock1987@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]
