Delivery Man Testo

No sunny Sunday in a tree lined park No stories at bedtime or crayon art No famous old vintage savoured with frineds Just means that are justifield by the ends No dreams of a romance with the girl next door No future wedding to plan for No warm endless summer in a holiday shack No colours at all, just white and black In the mind of a bomber No poems of confession from a secret love No sweet recollections from a fovourite song No aimless drifting, a leaf on the sea It´s a cause worth the sacrifice, a deep belief No beauty to be forged in a work of art No lessons learned from a broken heart No wisdom from she, giver of breath The mother who mourns the martyr´s death In the mind of a bomber No family reunion for the volunteer No birthday surprises no happy new year No kites for the children no flowers for the wife Just a thirst for the taking of innocent life No vision of peace throught the nations of man No ambition greater than delivery man No glimpse that the sword is crushed by the pen No complex distinctions just us and them In the mind of a bomber In the mind of a bomber