Pogues - Streets Of Sorrow birmingham Six lyrics

Oh farewell you streets of sorrow<br>And farewell you streets of pain<br>I'll not return to feel more sorrow<br>Nor to see more young men slain<br>Through the last six years I've lived through terror<br>And in the darkened streets the pain<br>Oh how I long to find some solace<br>In my mind I curse the strain<br><br>So farewell you streets of sorrow<br>And farewell you streets of pain<br>No I'll not return to feel more sorrow<br>Nor to see more young men slain<br><br>There were six men in birmingham<br>In guildford there's four<br>That were picked up and tortured<br>And framed by the law<br>And the filth got promotion<br>But they're still doing time<br>For being irish in the wrong place<br>And at the wrong time<br>In ireland they'll put you away in the maze<br>In england they'll keep you for seven long days<br>God help you if ever you're caught on these shores<br>The coppers need someone<br>And they walk through that door<br><br>You'll be counting years<br>First five, then ten<br>Growing old in a lonely hell<br>Round the yard and the stinking cell<br>From wall to wall, and back again<br><br>A curse on the judges, the coppers and screws<br>Who tortured the innocent, wrongly accused<br>For the price of promotion<br>And justice to sell<br>May the judged by their judges when they rot down in hell<br><br>May the whores of the empire lie awake in their beds<br>And sweat as they count out the sins on their heads<br>While over in ireland eight more men lie dead<br>Kicked down and shot in the back of the head