Streets of Sorrow / Birmingham Six-The Pogues
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[00:00.00]Streets of Sorrow / Birmingham Six - The Pogues
[00:10.16]Oh farewell you streets of sorrow
[00:18.35]Oh farewell you streets of pain
[00:25.04]I'll not return to feel more sorrow
[00:33.22]Nor to see more young men slain
[00:39.79]Through the last six years I've lived through terror
[00:48.22]And in the darkened streets the pain
[00:55.35]Oh how I long to find some solace
[01:03.78]In my mind I curse the strain
[01:10.81]So farewell you streets of sorrow
[01:19.50]And farewell you streets of pain
[01:25.81]No I'll not return to feel more sorrow
[01:34.75]Nor to see more young men slain
[01:49.68]There were six men in Birmingham
[01:51.31]In Guildford there's four
[01:52.81]That were picked up and tortured
[01:54.69]And framed by the law
[01:56.06]And the filth got promotion
[01:57.50]But they're still doing time
[01:59.18]For being Irish in the wrong place
[02:01.31]And at the wrong time
[02:02.69]In Ireland they'll put you away in the Maze
[02:05.96]In England they'll keep you for several long days
[02:09.14]God help you if ever you're caught on these shores
[02:12.52]And the coppers need someone
[02:14.02]And they walk through that door
[02:15.52]You'll be counting years
[02:17.21]First five, then ten
[02:18.96]Growing old in a lonely hell
[02:22.08]Round the yard and the stinking cell
[02:25.27]From wall to wall, and back again
[02:28.71]A curse on the judges, the coppers and screws
[02:32.21]Who tortured the innocent, wrongly accused,
[02:35.27]For the price of promotion
[02:36.71]And justice to sell
[02:38.52]May the judged be their judges when they rot down in hell
[02:41.64]You'll be counting years
[02:43.45]First five, then ten
[02:45.45]Growing old in a lonely hell
[02:48.14]Round the yard and lousy cell
[02:51.45]From wall to wall, and back again
[03:09.70]May the whores of the empire lie awake in their beds
[03:12.89]And sweat as they count out the sins on their heads
[03:16.01]While over in Ireland eight more men lie dead
[03:19.26]Kicked down and shot in the back of the head
[03:22.39]You'll be counting years
[03:23.95]First five, then ten
[03:25.64]Growing old in a freezing hell
[03:28.77]Round the yard and the lousy cell
[03:32.14]From wall and back again
[03:35.70]Counting years
[03:36.89]First five, then ten
[03:38.83]Growing old in a lonely hell
[03:41.89]Round the yard and the lousy cell
[03:45.08]From wall to wall and back again
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[00:00.00]Streets of Sorrow / Birmingham Six - The Pogues
[00:10.16]Oh farewell you streets of sorrow
[00:18.35]Oh farewell you streets of pain
[00:25.04]I'll not return to feel more sorrow
[00:33.22]Nor to see more young men slain
[00:39.79]Through the last six years I've lived through terror
[00:48.22]And in the darkened streets the pain
[00:55.35]Oh how I long to find some solace
[01:03.78]In my mind I curse the strain
[01:10.81]So farewell you streets of sorrow
[01:19.50]And farewell you streets of pain
[01:25.81]No I'll not return to feel more sorrow
[01:34.75]Nor to see more young men slain
[01:49.68]There were six men in Birmingham
[01:51.31]In Guildford there's four
[01:52.81]That were picked up and tortured
[01:54.69]And framed by the law
[01:56.06]And the filth got promotion
[01:57.50]But they're still doing time
[01:59.18]For being Irish in the wrong place
[02:01.31]And at the wrong time
[02:02.69]In Ireland they'll put you away in the Maze
[02:05.96]In England they'll keep you for several long days
[02:09.14]God help you if ever you're caught on these shores
[02:12.52]And the coppers need someone
[02:14.02]And they walk through that door
[02:15.52]You'll be counting years
[02:17.21]First five, then ten
[02:18.96]Growing old in a lonely hell
[02:22.08]Round the yard and the stinking cell
[02:25.27]From wall to wall, and back again
[02:28.71]A curse on the judges, the coppers and screws
[02:32.21]Who tortured the innocent, wrongly accused,
[02:35.27]For the price of promotion
[02:36.71]And justice to sell
[02:38.52]May the judged be their judges when they rot down in hell
[02:41.64]You'll be counting years
[02:43.45]First five, then ten
[02:45.45]Growing old in a lonely hell
[02:48.14]Round the yard and lousy cell
[02:51.45]From wall to wall, and back again
[03:09.70]May the whores of the empire lie awake in their beds
[03:12.89]And sweat as they count out the sins on their heads
[03:16.01]While over in Ireland eight more men lie dead
[03:19.26]Kicked down and shot in the back of the head
[03:22.39]You'll be counting years
[03:23.95]First five, then ten
[03:25.64]Growing old in a freezing hell
[03:28.77]Round the yard and the lousy cell
[03:32.14]From wall and back again
[03:35.70]Counting years
[03:36.89]First five, then ten
[03:38.83]Growing old in a lonely hell
[03:41.89]Round the yard and the lousy cell
[03:45.08]From wall to wall and back again
