Streets Of Sorrow/birmingham Six Lyrics - Pogues

Oh farewell you streets of sorrow 

And 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 seven long days 

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

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 the lousy cell 

From wall to wall, and back again 

May the whores 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 to wall, and back again 

You'll be 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