Pogues - Streets Of Sorrow/birmingham Six Lyrics
Oh farewell you streets of sorrowAnd farewell you streets of painIll not return to feel more sorrowNor to see more young men slainThrough the last six years Ive lived through terrorAnd in the darkened streets the painOh how I long to find some solaceIn my mind I curse the strainSo farewell you streets of sorrowAnd farewell you streets of painNo Ill not return to feel more sorrowNor to see more young men slainThere were six men in birminghamIn guildford theres fourThat were picked up and torturedAnd framed by the lawAnd the filth got promotionBut theyre still doing timeFor being irish in the wrong placeAnd at the wrong timeIn ireland theyll put you away in the mazeIn england theyll keep you for seven long daysGod help you if ever youre caught on these shoresThe coppers need someoneAnd they walk through that doorYoull be counting yearsFirst five, then tenGrowing old in a lonely hellRound the yard and the stinking cellFrom wall to wall, and back againA curse on the judges, the coppers and screwsWho tortured the innocent, wrongly accusedFor the price of promotionAnd justice to sellMay the judged by their judges when they rot down in hellMay the whores of the empire lie awake in their bedsAnd sweat as they count out the sins on their headsWhile over in ireland eight more men lie deadKicked down and shot in the back of the head
