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 [bad word] 
Equipped with his gun [bad word] 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