VERSE
Omar Deghages was over in Afghanistan
There with his wife and children when the bombing began
He new the score, the start of the war
He had escaped to Lahore but was abducted in the night
By a gang of policeman who were far from polite
A private corps, through the back door
He told them a few details but they wanted it all
The fact he lived in Britain didn't matter at all
He didn't tell, he didn't tell
He thought he'd be better off with the Americans
But they turned out more violent than the Pakistans
He was wanted alive, by MI5
He was happy to be told he was being rendered away
A place in the Carribean called Guantanamo Bay
A living hell, a living hell
He was there for 33 months and thought he was going to die
They beat him so bad that he lost an eye
In his cell, they said he fell
Now he's suing the British government trying to get himself a trial
But they're stalling the release of over half a million files
It's taking a while, it's take a while
There are 60 lawyers working with black market pens
It'll take about nine years before they get to the end
They're working hard, they're working hard
CHORUS
MIDDLE
G
There has been torture going on
C
But we can't tell anyone
Omar Deghages was over in Afghanistan
There with his wife and children when the bombing began
He new the score, the start of the war
He had escaped to Lahore but was abducted in the night
By a gang of policeman who were far from polite
A private corps, through the back door
He told them a few details but they wanted it all
The fact he lived in Britain didn't matter at all
He didn't tell, he didn't tell
He thought he'd be better off with the Americans
But they turned out more violent than the Pakistans
He was wanted alive, by MI5
CHORUS
G
If only he'd talked to us, your honour
C
If only he'd told the truth
D G
Instead of being evasive and telling obvious lies
But I can't give evidence about it
It's a national secret
You can torture me, but I'll never tell
VERSE
He was happy to be told he was being rendered away
A place in the Carribean called Guantanamo Bay
A living hell, a living hell
He was there for 33 months and thought he was going to die
They beat him so bad that he lost an eye
In his cell, they said he fell
Now he's suing the British government trying to get himself a trial
But they're stalling the release of over half a million files
It's taking a while, it's take a while
There are 60 lawyers working with black market pens
It'll take about nine years before they get to the end
They're working hard, they're working hard
CHORUS
MIDDLE
G
There has been torture going on
C
But we can't tell anyone
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