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 ten thousand men swarming   Right out of the sky, like a torch in the night   The rocks were screaming, and   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