Hard-fi - Middle Eastern Holiday lyrics

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

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...