You call it the law, we call it apartheid, internment, conscription, partition and silence
It's the law that they make to keep you and me where they think we belong
The hide behind steel and bullet-proof glass, machine guns and spies
And tell us who suffer the tear gas and the torture that we're in the wrong
No time for love if they come in the morning
No time to show tears or for fears in the morning
No time for goodbye, no time to ask why
And the sound of the siren's the cry of the morning.
They suffered the torture they rotted in cells, went crazy, wrote letters and died
The limits of pain they endured - the loneliness got them instead
And the courts gave them justice as justice is given by well-mannered thugs
Sometimes they fought for the will to survive but more times they just wished they were dead
No time for love if they come in the morning
No time to show tears or for fears in the morning
No time for goodbye, no time to ask why
And the sound of the siren's the cry of the morning
They took away Sacco, Vanzetti, Connolly and Pearce in their time
They came for Newton and Seal, Bobby Sands and some of his friends
In Boston, Chicago, Saigon, Santiago, Warsaw and Belfast
And places that never make headlines, the list never ends
No time for love if they come in the morning
No time to show tears or for fears in the morning
No time for goodbye, no time to ask why
And the sound of the siren's the cry of the morning
The boys in blue are only a few of the everyday cops on the beat
The C.I.D., Branchmen, informers and spies do their jobs just as well;
Behind them the men who tap phones, take photos, program computers and files
And the man who tells them when to come and take you to your cell
No time for love if they come in the morning
No time to show tears or for fears in the morning
No time for goodbye, no time to ask why
And the sound of the siren's the cry of the morning
All of you people who give to your sisters and brothers the will to fight on
They say you can get used to a war, that doesn't mean that the war isn't on
The fish need the sea to survive, just like your people need you
And the death squad can only get through to them if first they can get through to you
No time for love if they come in the morning
No time to show tears or for fears in the morning
No time for goodbye, no time to ask why
And the sound of the siren's the cry of the mourning