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THE POGUES lyrics : "Streets Of Sorrow/birmingham Six"

(Shane MacGowan / Terry Woods)
Oh farewell you streets of sorrow
Oh farewell you streets of pain

I'll not return to feel more sorrow
Nor to see more young men slain
Through the last six years I've lived through terror

And in the darkened streets the pain
Oh how I long to find some solace
In my mind I curse the strain


So farewell you streets of sorrow
And farewell you streets of pain

No I'll not return to feel more sorrow
Nor to see more young men slain


There were six men in Birmingham
In Guildford there's four
That were picked up and tortured

And framed by the law
And the filth got promotion
But they're still doing time

For being Irish in the wrong place
And at the wrong time


In Ireland they'll put you away in the Maze
In England they'll keep you for several long days
God help you if ever you're caught on these shores

And the coppers need someone
And they walk through that door


You'll be counting years
First five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell

Round the yard and the stinking cell
From wall to wall, and back again


A curse on the judges, the coppers and screws
Who tortured the innocent, wrongly accused,
For the price of promotion

And justice to sell
May the judged be their judges when they rot down in hell


You'll be counting years
First five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell

Round the yard and lousy cell
From wall to wall, and back again


May the !@^%s of the empire lie awake in their beds
And sweat as they count out the sins on their heads
While over in Ireland eight more men lie dead

Kicked down and shot in the back of the head

You'll be counting years

First five, then ten
Growing old in a freezing hell
Round the yard and the lousy cell

From wall and back again

Counting years

First five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and the lousy cell

From wall to wall and back again

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