Lyrics
Homecoming night, October '74
A couple quickly kissed and headed for the door
No one around heard the getaway car roar
Cause the barroom soldiers were yelling out for more
The bomb blew at 9 and the soldiers lay dying
We've got to catch the guilty, oh no one can deny
We'd better round up somebody, call them the Guildford Four
Doesn't matter who, just as long as there are four
Three men off the Belfast boat met up in London with a girl
On the DHSS line
They hung out in a squat, stoned most of the time
They took it all so easy and watched the world go by
Not society's favourites, but that ain't a crime
We'd better round up somebody, call them the Guildford Four
Stick them inside so fast their feet don't even touch the floor
So they rounded up these crack terrorist bums and took them all away
In black ambulances painted especially for the day
At the trial their alibis were carefully misproved
The judge he cracked his knuckles for the six o'clock news
With sheep written on your foreheads
You'd better watch out for the wolves
We'd better round up somebody, call them the Guildford Four
Stick them inside and slam that patriotic door
Oh, seven weeks later at the Balcombe Street siege
The police caught the criminals who confessed to the deed
They said you got the wrong guys but the appeal was rejected
The sentence said natural life and lock and not corrected
Better round up somebody, call them the Guildford Four
Cause the law has named them guilty, they must be the Guildford Four
Oh victims of circumstance, call it what you will
When you next walk out the door they'll be lying there still
When you grow old and grey they'll be lying there still
Hear their families a' crying, they'll be lying there still
Oh justice better get up off its ass, well I hope that it will
We'd better round up somebody, call them the Guildford Four
One day they name you guilty, next thing you find out that you are
I said one day they name you guilty