Christy Moore - Scapegoats - birmingham six

^CThere were five men playing poker ^Fon the Heysham ^Ctrain. ^CFate was dealing them a cruel ^Ghand. Hugh ^CCallaghan was walking home ^Fthrough the evening ^Crain ^CNot knowing what ^Glay in store for h^Cim.

^CYou'll find traces of nitro on ^Fcigarettes and ^Cmatches. ^COn formica tabletops and on decks of playin' ^Gcards. ^CWhen forensic found traces ^Fon the hands of these ^Cmen, ^CThe police drove up from Birmingham, they were ^Gsaying the case was ^Cclosed.

^CHave you seen the ^Fmugshots that were ^Ctaken ^Cafter forty eight hours in ^Gcustody? ^CBattered and bruised, haunted ^Flooks upon their ^Cfaces ^CThe judge accepted they con^Gfessed wi^Cllingly. Please^F take another ^Glook at what you ^Csee.

^CIf you tell me my fam^Fily are being t^Cerrorised. ^CKeep me awake for six days and nights, confused and te^Grrified. ^CIn the lonely dark of night I'll s^Fwear that black is ^Cwhite. ^CIf you let me just lay ^Gdown and close my ^Ceyes. I'll sign a^Fnything if you le^Gt me close my ^Ceyes.

^FScales of justice ^Cbalance up your act. ^CAm I talking to myself or to the ^Gwall? ^CHugh Callaghan, Paddy Hill, Gerry ^FHunter, Johnny ^CWalker, ^CBilly Power, Dick McIl^Gkenny scapegoats ^Fall. ^FFor sixteen years they've been ^Gtalking to the ^Cwall.