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There were six men in Birmingham
SOL RE
In Guildford there's four
RE
That were picked up and tortured
SOL LA
And framed by the law
RE
And the filth got promotion
SOL
But they're still doing time
RE
For being Irish in the wrong place
SOL LA
And at the wrong time
RE SOL RE
In Ireland they'll put you away in the Maze
RE SOL LA
In England they'll keep you for several long days
RE SOL
God help you if ever you're caught on these shores
RE SOL LA
The coppers need someone and they walk through that door
RE
You'll be counting years
SOL
First five then ten
LA7 RE
Growing old in a lonely hell
RE SOL
Round the yard and the stinking cell
LA RE
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 the 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
Break: [C,D] [C,D] [C,D] [C,A]
May the whores of the empire lie awake in their beds
And sweat as they count out their sins in 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
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
Break: [C,D] [C,D] [C,D] [C,D] [C,D] [C,D] [C,D] [C,A]
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