Don't Shoot Mr. Postman by Bob Rivers
There is no sunshine, there is only rain
In Algeria, a country full of pain.
Madmen running 'round
Sowing fear and confusion
(Under a dilusion)
Acting under orders, orders from their God,
They feel justified to rape,kill and rob.
But what kind of God
Would ever have them do it.
(Have they all gone insane)
People dying, blood running through the streets,
People crying, caught up in their grief.
Slaughtered in their sleep
Oh, they never knew it.
The killers think their going to heaven,
but we know their going to hell.
(Why do they kill innocent people)