They call it the law, apartheid, internment, conscription, partition and silence
It's a law that they made to keep you and me, where they think we belong
They hide behind steel and bulletproof glass, Machine guns and spies
And you tell us who'll suffer the tear gas and torture that we're doing wrong
No time for love if they come in the morning
No time to show tears over fears in the morning
No time for goodbyes, no time to ask why
And the sound of the siren the cry of the mourning
They came for Sacko, Vanzetti, Connolly and Pearce in their time
They came for Newton and Seal, Bobby Sands and some of his friends
In Boston, Chicago, Saigon, San Diego, Warsaw and Belfast
And places that never make headlines the list never ends
The boys in blue are only a few of the everyday cops on their beat
The CID branchmen informers and spies do their job just as well
And behind them the men who tap phones and load down computers and files
And the man that tells them when to come to take you to your cell
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So come on you people who give your brothers and sisters the will to live on
They say you can get used to this war but that doesn't mean that this war isn't on
The fish need the sea to survive just like your comrades need you
And the death squads can only get through to them if first they can get through to you
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