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...