In the Algerina desert came a white priest
With a good sense of humor, he knew how to teach
Now his head rests on a white silky sheet
On a bed of roses, his body out of reach
Joshua was the son of a great man
He did his duty, tried to secure the land
Looked for weapons, which he did not find
Had to cross the border to escape his hometown
Call it justice if it makes it alright
Call me a liar if you don’t let me down
They picked her up at the station that night
When she got in the car, she felt troubles at sight
Raped by two men with a knife in her pocket
When they finally saw it, they said « you must have liked it »
R : Call it justice…
David saw the girl on a dark dusty street
Trying hard to please him with her young beaten cheeks
Out of nowhere he asked for her age
Five years later, the young girl died of age
R : Call it justice…