Chumbawamba - The Birmingham Six lyrics

Birmingham, 1974, there occurred a bloody murder Twenty-one people k**ed by bombs, Britain reeled in horror Within three hours the British State found the first available scapegoats-- Five Irish men bound for Belfast, about to board the boat And this is their story, very sad, but true Of how six men were falsely imprisoned for something they didn't do And if any should say, "British justice is the very best in the world" Tell them, "Well of course it is, for the vested interests it serves" The men were taken to Morkham to be tested for explosives Tests which have since proved ambiguous but were at the time held as conclusive One scientists' word was sufficient to condemn the Irish men Like vultures the police moved in to begin interrogations In the circumstances how well do you think the men's rights were observed? The cops thought they had the bombers; do you think they kept their judgement reserved? Does 'innocent till proven guilty' have any meaning at all When you're alone in a police house surrounded by cops being kicked around like a ball In a dark windowless room half a dozen detectives were waiting Billy Power was thrown in, the serious questions about to begin He was kicked and hit and punched from all sides, spread-eagled against the wall They kicked him and hit him again, a voice from the dark said, "Stretch his balls" Soon after, poor Billy surrendered, screamed, "I'll tell you anything you want me to say" Sat in his own excretia, he could hardly speak he remained in a daze Whilst cops compiled his statement of how he planted the bombs They threatened him with the treatment again so Billy signed a confession Thursday night became Friday night, the five men were took back to Birmingham The threats and the violence continued--a taste of what was to come Deprived of food and sleep, all part of procedure to break the men Johnny Walker blacked out twice; they untied his hands while he signed his confession And Richard McIlkenny was threatened with a gun The cop said it was OK to shoot him, that the home officer'd given permission The cop asked him if he was going to sign, put the gun against his head Playing Russian roulette with a blank; when he banged McIlkenny thought he was dead Hugh Callaghan, a sixth man, was picked up in Berm and tortured He, too, hadn't done it but they made him sign a confession to ma** murder Six men kept in isolation no contact with each other And it weren't until Monday morning that they each got a duty solicitor Still separate each unbu*toned his shirt to show how he'd been beaten up The solicitors, filling in legal aid forms, said there wasn't time and refused to look The only obvious injury, Johnny Walker's black eye in court that day When he tried to unbotton his shirt all the majistrates said, "Let's take him away" Leland workers staged a walkout, their banners read "Hang the IRA" The labor government empowered at the time rushed through the PTA In their war on the Irish people the British wanted vengeance Despite glaring omissions in the so-called confessions the six men hadn't a chance The judge dismissed their claims, said it would've meant there'd been a conspiracy Between fifteen officers from two different forces, as if it was an impossibility The police in fact became heroes, got their promotion and victory medals The six men got life imprisonment and fifteen years on they're still in jail The men protested their innocence but it fell mainly on deaf ears They wanted to bring the policemen to trial, the appeal took seven years Lord Denning dismissed their case out of hand, saying "These actions cannot go on" What he really meant was the State machine could never admit it's done wrong Another six years, another appeal, another set of judiciary To uphold the original convictions as safe and satisfactory For if it ever gets out that the State judges wrong, well what would people say? We'd say, "We know who are real enemies are now", and we'd form our own IRA Oh let me tell a story, very sad, but true Of how six men were falsely imprisoned for something they didn't do And if any should say, "British justice is the very best in the world" Tell them, "Well of course it is, for the vested interests it serves" For as long as we remain ignorant they'll fight their war against Ireland For as long as we remain silent they'll imprison any they want For as long as we keep our eyes shut they'll continue to contain us For as long as we remain pa**ive they'll trample us into the dust Hugh Callaghan, Patrick Hill, Richard McIlkenny, Johnny Walker, Gerry Hunter, and Billy Power Still fighting for their freedom fifteen long years on Their spirits shall remain when our State is dead When our State is dead When our State is dead and gone