Road To Birmingham Lyrics - Mott The Hoople

His feet lay heavy on the road that led to Birmingham 

Unseeing eyes, defeated cries, the mysteries of men 

Many hears, the helpless tears have left the troubled brow 

A man once tall, he fought them, but he is older now 

For in your youth, you think the truth will always win the game 

Some men are kings, some men are rook, some men are pawns to blame 

But if your skin is colored black, well the dice are hidden in 

The minds of fools who twist the rules, so you can never win 

Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face 

There's nothing but a space, you're hollow 

Unlighted sky, begins to cry, the shabby coat is weak 

And homes with windows dressed in warmth and mouths that never speak 

His mind is dead, the visions spread that pass before his feet 

And thankfully he wears that dream that shields him from the street 

Goodnight my friend, this is the end, you'll never cry again 

You'll never have to smile away the bastards and the pain 

Is it too late or can you wait to take another turn? 

And walk together down that road that leads to Birmingham 

Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face 

There's nothing but a space, inside you 

Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face 

There's nothing but a space, you're hollow