The return

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 the sand 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