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“There was a cop standing there with two guns in his holster, a waist holster. And I remember thinking to myself ‘Jesus, some poor bastard's in for a hard time.’ I never thought it would be me.

“The Birmingham police come up to see me, they started battering and torturing me. They were telling me things about my wife and telling me that a mob's been seen outside my house, screaming for my wife and kids, for blood and all that sort of thing. And the only thing that was separating the mob from my family was the police, and that if I didn't make a statement they would call off the police cordon and let the mob have my wife and kids…”

(Male soloist)
Don’t know if I miss ya
If you miss the part of me, took use to feel.
Maybe if I kissed ya,
You’d miss the part of you that used to need me.
Maybe if I held ya,
And took some time to tell ya,
The time I hold ya now is in my dreams.
Schemes we shared together, sweet sunsets, rocking chairs,
Are looking just as faded as my jeans.

All the thrills are gone
What used to kill the pain no longer pacifies you.
What satisfied me once,
Got me jumpin’ the ring of fire,
Has left me burnt out and on the wire,
All the thrills are gone.

“There’s somethin’ missin’. It takes quite awhile to realize…the whole world is changing.”

(Female soloist)
Sometimes when I’m walking
I walk the way you and I would walk.
Sometimes when I am drinkin’,
I think about the things we used to talk about.
A lover’s lane is closed,
Every telephone is broken,
They can’t carry my words home to where I wanna be.
Some candlelit location, airing on the radio station,
Dream is slipping like an anchor to the sea.

(Duet)
All the thrills are gone.
What used to kill the pain no longer pacifies you
What satisfied me once
Got me jumpin’ the ring of fire
Has left me burnt out and on a wire, all the thrills are gone.

“You sit there and people never understand what it's like. You're sitting there, everybody all over the country - government, people on the street, newspapers, radio, televisions, you name it. Everybody's delighted that you're lammed up - you're a bomber, you're a mass murderer, you're this, you're that and the other. And the bottom line is, you don't really give a fuck about it though because the only thing you think about is your wife and your kids.”