Pogues
Текст песни Streets Of Sorrow birmingham Six

Oh farewell you streets of sorrowAnd farewell you streets of painI'll not return to feel more sorrowNor to see more young men slainThrough the last six years I've 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 I'll not return to feel more sorrowNor to see more young men slainThere were six men in birminghamIn guildford there's fourThat were picked up and torturedAnd framed by the lawAnd the filth got promotionBut they're still doing timeFor being irish in the wrong placeAnd at the wrong timeIn ireland they'll put you away

in the mazeIn england they'll keep you for seven long daysGod help you if ever you're caught on these shoresThe coppers need someoneAnd they walk through that doorYou'll 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