His feet lay heavy on the road that led to birmingham
Unseeing eyes, defeated cries, the mysteries of men.
Many hears, the helpless tears that leave the troubled 
brow
A man once tall, he fought them, but he is older now.
For in your youth, you think the truth will always win 
the game
Some men are kings, some men are rook, some men are 
pawns to blame
But if your skin is coloured black, well the dice are 
hidden in
The minds of fools who twist the rules, so you can 
never win
Birmingham, birmingham, underneath your face
There's nothing but a space - you're hollow.
Unlighted sky, begins to cry, the shabby coat is weak
And homes with windows dressed in warmth, and mouths 
that never speak
His mind is dead, his visions spread that pass before 
his feet
And thankfully he wears that dream that shields him 
from the street
Goodnight my friend, this is the end, you'll never cry 
again
You'll never have to smile away the bastards and the 
pain
Is it too late, or can you wait to take another turn
And walk together down that road that leads to 
birmingham
Birmingham, birmingham, underneath your face
There's nothing but a space - inside you.
Birmingham, birmingham, underneath your face
There's nothing but a space - you're hollow.