Well it's 3 o'clock in the early morn' 
You've got your bedface on 
At the break of dawn 
So you light another cig 
And say your prayers 
The thief has come 
Equipped with his gun 
Come on now 
Well he came without warning 
Like three thousand men swarming 
Right out of the sky, like a torch in the night 
Well the rocks were screaming and said it was dreaming 
I've been here before, 
When I was killed in the war 
There's a man who can decide 
Between what's wrong and what's right 
There's a son who won't fight for 
What his father thinks is right 
Like Judas of old, with a kiss 
You'll be sold, 
And those who deny, 
Will drop like flies