The Return

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