Birmingham Six

There were [D]six men in Birmingham
In [G]Guildford there's [D]four
[D]That were picked up and tortured
And [G]framed by the [A]law
And the [D]filth got promotion
But they're still doing [G]time
For being [D]Irish in the wrong place
And [G]at the wrong [A]time

In [D]Ireland they'll put you a[G]way in the [D]Maze
[D]In England they'll keep you for [G]several long [A]days
God [D]help you if ever you're caught on these [G]shores
The [D]coppers need someone and they [G]walk through that [A]door

You'll be [D]counting years
First [G]five then ten
[A7]Growing old in a [D]lonely hell
[D]Round the yard and the [G]stinking cell
From [A]wall to wall and [D]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

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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

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