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Written by Jack Warshaw in 1977 as a condemnation of injustice to political prisoners. Christy Moore's version on his Live in Dublin 2006 DVD is great.
No Time For Love
by Jack Warshaw
Intro: [Em] [F] [G] [C] x4
[F] You call it the law,
we call it apartheid, internment,
conscription, partition and [C] silence.
It's the [Am] law that they make to keep you and me
where they think we [G] belong.
[F] They hide behind steel and bullet-proof glass,
machine guns and [C] spies,
And [Am] tell us who suffer the tear gas and the torture
that we're in the [G] wrong.
Chorus
[F] No time for love if they [C] come in the morning,
No [G] time to show tears or for [C] fears in the morning,
No [F] time for goodbye, no [C] time to ask why,
And the sound of the [G] si-[F] ren's the cry of the [C] morning.
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
but more times they just wished they were dead.
Chorus
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.
Chorus
The trade union leaders, the writers, the fighters, the rebels and all
and the women who fought with the scabs at the factory gate.
the sons and the daughters of (all of the) heros who paid with their lives
and the people whose class, or creed or belief was their only mistake
Chorus
electric guitar solo
Additional Verses
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.
Chorus
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.
Chorus
[F] You call it the law,
we call it apartheid, internment,
conscription, partition and [C] silence.
It's the [Am] law that they make to keep you and me
where they think we [G] belong.
[F] They hide behind steel and bullet-proof glass,
machine guns and [C] spies,
And [Am] tell us who suffer the tear gas and the torture
that we're in the [G] wrong.
Chorus
[F] No time for love if they [C] come in the morning,
No [G] time to show tears or for [C] fears in the morning,
No [F] time for goodbye, no [C] time to ask why,
And the sound of the [G] si-[F] ren's the cry of the [C] morning.
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
but more times they just wished they were dead.
Chorus
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.
Chorus
The trade union leaders, the writers, the fighters, the rebels and all
and the women who fought with the scabs at the factory gate.
the sons and the daughters of (all of the) heros who paid with their lives
and the people whose class, or creed or belief was their only mistake
Chorus
electric guitar solo
Additional Verses
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.
Chorus
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.
Chorus