Bik Mcfarlane все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

In Sackville Street the curfew, drove the restless out of sight,
The Black and Tans marched up and down, the moon shone cold and bright,
The shot was like a whip crack, pulled the first man off his feet,
He died on bloody cobble stones while his comrades combed the street,
They called up reinforcements, pulled the people from their beds,
They were screaming "Get that bastard!", but it's fear was in their heads

They found him in a cellar, he was only seventeen,