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In memory of Blair Peach (1946–79).

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Thirty-one years and no conclusion
The boots were black
No-one’s fooled by sly illusion
The boots were black
There’s only one fact you need to know
A truncheon dealt the fatal blow,
But what can you do when the shirts are blue
And the boots are black?

Two fronts clash with opposing view
The boots were black
The dividing line was thin and blue
The boots were black
And the truth that touched a hundred eyes
Is lost among their alibis
But what can you do when the shirts are blue
And the boots are black?

Woooh, the shirts were blue
Woooh, the boots were black
Woooh, the shirts were blue

Observers saw the SPG
The boots were black
Beat a man repeatedly
The boots were black
To suppress a crowd takes blood and guts
Riot shields and truncheon butts
Now what can you do when the shirts are blue
And the boots are black?

Thirty-one years have pushed our patience
The boots were black
Still there is no explanation
The boots were black
In conclusion for defence:
Insufficient evidence
Well what can you do when the shirts are blue
And the boots are black?

Woooh, the shirts were blue
Woooh, the boots were black
Woooh, the shirts were blue
Woooh, the boots were black

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from A Cold Cup Of Tea And A Howl Of Despair, released February 21, 2018
Lyrics and tune by Cookie.

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