Christy Moore

Christy Moore - Scapegoats lyrics

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Hugh Callaghan, Paddy Hill, Gerry Hunter, Johnny Walker
Billy Power, Dick McIlkenny, that's their names

There was five men playing poker on the Heysham train
Fate was dealing them a cruel hand
Hugh Callaghan was walking home through the evening rain
Not knowing what lay in store for him

You'll find traces of nitro on cigarettes and matches
On formica tabletops and on decks of playing cards
When forensic found traces on the hands of these six men
The police drove up from Birmingham, they were hoping the case was closed

Have you ever seen the mugshots that were taken after forty eight hours in custody?
Battered and bruised, haunted looks upon their faces
The judge accepted they confessed willingly 
Please take another look at what you see

If you tell me my family are being terrorised
Keep me awake for six days and nights, confused and terrified
In the lonely dark of night, I'll swear that black is white 
If you let me just lay down and close my eyes
I'll sign anything, if you let me close my eyes

Scales of justice, balance up your act 
Am I talking to myself or to the wall?
Hugh Callaghan, Paddy Hill, Gerry Hunter, Johnny Walker
Billy Power, Dick McIlkenny, scapegoats all
For sixteen years they've been talking to the wall
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Columbia (Sony music)

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Released in: 2004

Language: English

Appearing on: Smoke & Strong Whiskey (1991)

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