It was five in the morning when they took me away,
Five in the morning and up to Castlereagh.
They took my finger prints, they took my photograph,
And drew up a statement for my autograph.
Sign the dotted line, just sign the dotted line,
Sign the dotted line and autograph a crime.
Forget about your rights, it's true what they say You've
got no bloody rights when you're up in Castlereagh
To a torture chamber they dragged me by the hair,
And in that torture chamber they tied me to a chair.
They then produced a hood and placed it o'er my head,
We'll make you sign , one of them said.
Days and nights of torture and I couldn't stand the strain,
My head it was aching and throbbing with pain.
I took their damned confession, oh I must have been insane,
But I took their damned confession and to it put my name
A judge without a jury found me guilty of a crime,
And sent me off to H-Block to serve out my time.
Now naked in my cell I spend each lonely day,
Plotting my revenge on the pigs of Castlereagh.