Christy Moore - No Time for Love lyrics
[Christy Moore - No Time for Love lyrics]
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 limit's 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
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
The boys in blue are only a
Few of the everyday cops on the beat
The CID, 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
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
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 limit's 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
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
The boys in blue are only a
Few of the everyday cops on the beat
The CID, 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
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