It's 3 o'clock in the early morn'nYou've got your bedface onnAt the break of dawnnSo you light another cig,nAnd say your prayersnThe thief has come,nEquipped with his gunnCome on now!nnWell, he came without warningnLike ten thousand men swarmingnRight out of the sky, like a torch in the nightnThe rocks were screaming, andnI've been here before,nWhen I was killed in the warnnThere's a man who can decidenBetween what's wrong and what's rightnThere's a son who won't fight fornWhat his father thinks is rightnLike Judas of old, with a kissnYou'll be sold,nAnd those who deny,nWill drop like flies