Beirut (Re-Recorded)

With the green traffic light
On the wet shiny street
Hair looking like spilled crème de menthe
She stood framed by the night
A statue in white
Outside the blazing casino

And there stood I, the complete anti-hero
There stood I, brilliantly alone

In Beirut that night
Gun shots cracked the heat
From Dan to Beersheba
With the passions running high
Many men willing to die
Now right across the Middle East

And she was born a child of the Medina
Knowing well the backstreets of the Lebanon

And Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut

From the burning hotels
To the Christian citadels
Or to the Palestinian line
We were hunted like beasts
Through the blood-hungry feast
And by the men from Damascus

And all I wanted was my 50,000
Got caught up in a tragic civil war

And I've been shot in the arm
By some jumpie Jean Damme
Mistaken for a terrorist
And she ran to my side
Shouting, "God will provide!"
They gave me a white Mercedes

I said, "What has happened to my 50,000?"
She smiled in the backseat of this very car

And Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut

And Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut

With the green traffic light
On the wet shiny street
Hair looking like spilled crème de menthe
She stood framed by the night
A statue in white
Outside the blazing casino

And there stood I, the complete anti-hero
There stood I, brilliantly alone