The Pogues – Streets Of Sorrow - Birmingham Six (Guitar)

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Oh farewell you streets of sorrow and farewell you streets of pain

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I'll not return to feel more sorrow nor to see more young men slain

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Through the last six years I've lived through terror and in the darkened streets the pain

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Oh how I long to find some solace in my mind I curse the strain

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So farewell you streets of sorrow and farewell you streets of pain

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

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There were six men in Birmingham in Guildford there's four

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That were picked up and tortured and framed by the law

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And the filth got promotion but they're still doing time

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

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In Ireland they'll put you away in the Maze

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In England they'll keep you for several long days

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God help you if ever you're caught on these shores

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And the coppers need someone when they walk through that door

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You'll be counting years first five then ten, growing old in a lonely hell

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Round the yard and the lousy cell from wall to wall and back again

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A curse on the judges the coppers and screws

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Who tortured the innocent wrongly accused

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For the price of promotion and justice to sell

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May the judged be their judges when they rot down in hell

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You'll be counting years first five then ten, growing old in a lonely hell

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Round the yard and the lousy cell from wall to wall and back again

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May the whores of the empire lie awake in their beds

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And sweat as they count out the sins on their heads

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While over in Ireland eight more men lie dead

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Kicked down and shot in the back of the head

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You'll be counting years first five then ten, growing old in a freezing hell

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Round the yard and the lousy cell from wall to wall and back again x2