Six coffins and six crosses drawn on your entryway.
They should have left room for seven more.
The soldier chalked up losses to mark that tragic day.
He wasn't alone in keeping score.

What did you hear, James Porter?
What came across your wavelength that day?
What did you hear, James Porter?
You could have changed their story,
but they would not let you say.

Reels were spinning on your recorder
Capturing every word.
They couldn't know when they gave the order:
They had been overheard.
The sky went dark and the Paras came down.
The crowd was split by 200 rounds.
They put thirteen unarmed men in the ground.
They called the shots then, and they call them now.

(they couldn't know they were overheard
try to keep it down, don't say a word)

You went to write it down (with your hands tied.)
They couldn't stop the sound (but they tried.)
They called on Widgery: To tell the story,
And let the record show: he lost the audio!

London's bet was lost (at the Bogside.)
They couldn't face the cost (so they lied.)
So what's the truth today? We're captivated.
After thirty years, we're all ears.