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