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They call it the law, apartheid, internment, conscription, partition, and silence,
It's a law that they made to keep me and you where they think we belong,
They live behind steel and bulletproof glass, machine guns and spies,
And tell us, who suffer the tear gas and torture, that we're in the wrong.

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No time for love if they come in the morning,
No time to show fear or for tears in the morning,
No time for goodbyes, no time to ask, "Why?",
And the wail of the siren is a cry of the morning.

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The trade union leaders, the writers, the rebels, the fighters and all,
And the strikers who fought with the cops at their factory gates,
The sons and the daughters of unnumbered heroes who paid with their lives,
And the poor folk whose class or creed or belief was their only mistake.

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No time for love if they come in the morning,
No time to show fear or for tears in the morning,
No time for goodbyes, no time to ask, "Why?",
And the wail of the siren is a cry of the morning.

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They suffered the torture, they rotted in cells, went crazy, wrote letters and died,
The limits of pain they endured, but 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, sometimes they wished they were dead.

[Chorus]
No time for love if they come in the morning,
No time to show fear or for tears in the morning,
No time for goodbyes, no time to ask, "Why?",
And the wail of the siren is a cry of the morning.

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They took away Sacco, Vanzetti, Connolly and Pearse in their time,
They came for Newton and Seale, and the Panthers and some of their friends,
In Boston, Chicago, Saigon, Santiago, Cape Town and Belfast,
And places that never make headlines, the list never ends.

[Chorus]
No time for love if they come in the morning,
No time to show fear or for tears in the morning,
No time for goodbyes, no time to ask, "Why?",
And the wail of the siren is a cry of the morning.

[Verse]
They tell you that here you are free to live in and say what you please,
To march and to riot and to sing as long as you do it alone,
But say it and do it with comrades united and strong,
And they'll send you for a long rest with walls and barbed wire for a home.

[Chorus]
No time for love if they come in the morning,
No time to show fear or for tears in the morning,
No time for goodbyes, no time to ask, "Why?",
And the wail of the siren is a cry of the morning.

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The boys in blue are only a few of the everyday cops on their beat,
The CID, Branch men and spies and informers do their job as well,
Behind the men to tap phones, take pictures and program computers and file,
And the men who give orders which tell them just when to come and take you to a cell.

[Chorus]
No time for love if they come in the morning,
No time to show fear or for tears in the morning,
No time for goodbyes, no time to ask, "Why?",
And the wail of the siren is a cry of the morning.

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So come all you people who give to your brothers and sisters the will to fight on,
They say you get used to a war, but that doesn't mean that the war isn't on,
The fish need the sea to survive, just like your comrades do
And the death squad can only get to them if first they can get through to you.

[Chorus]
No time for love if they come in the morning,
No time to show fear or for tears in the morning,
No time for goodbyes, no time to ask, "Why?",
And the wail of the siren is a cry of the morning.