Delivery Man Songtext
von Naked Raven

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