Adam McNaughtan September the eleventh
in Nineteen seventy-three
Scores of people perished in a vile machine-gun
spree
Santiago stadium became a place to kill
Now a Scottish football team will grace it with
their skill
And there's blood upon the grass
And there's blood upon the grass
Will you go there, Alan Rough, will
you play there, Tom Forsyth
Where so many folk met early the Grim Reaper with
his scythe
These people weren't terrorists, they weren't
Party hacks
But some were maybe goalkeeper and some were
centre backs
And there's blood upon the grass
And there's blood upon the grass
Victor Jara played guitar as he was
led into the ground
So they broke all of his fingers so his strings
no more could sound
Still he kept on singing songs of freedom, songs
of peace
And though they gunned him down, his message
doesn't cease
And there's blood upon the grass
And there's blood upon the grass
Will you go there, Archie Gemmill,
will you play there, Andy Gray
Will it trouble you to hear the voice of Victor
Jara say
Somos cinquo mille - We are five thousand in this
place
And Scottish football helps to hide the Junta's
dark disgrace
And there's blood upon the grass
And there's blood upon the grass
Do you stand upon the terracing at
Ibrox or Parkhead
Do you cheer the Saints in black and white, the
Dons in flaming red
All those who died in Chile were people of your
kind
Let's tell the football bosses that it's time
they changed their mind
Before there's blood upon their hands
1, as sung by Adam McNaughtan
On September the eleventh in Nineteen
seventy-three
Many people died in a vile machine-gun spree
When a Santiago sportsground became a place to
kill
But now a Scottish football team has gone there
with their skill
But there's blood upon the grass
Blood upon the grass
Did you go there, Archie Gemmill, did
you play there, Tom Forsyth
Where so many folk met early the Grim Reaper with
his scythe
These people weren't terrorists, not even Party
hacks
Maybe some of them were goalkeepers, maybe some
were centre backs
Now their blood's upon the grass
Their blood's upon the grass
Victor Jara played guitar there when
they took him to that ground
And they broke his fingers one by one so his
strings no more could sound
Jara kept on singing songs of freedom, songs of
peace
And even when they shot him down his message
didn't cease
But now his blood's upon the grass,
His blood's upon the grass
So as you stand there on the terracing
at Ibrox or Parkhead
And you cheer your team that plays in green or
yellow, blue or red
Those Santiago victims were people of our kind
Too bad our football bosses didn't change their
bloody minds
Now there's blood upon their hands,
Blood upon their hands
2, as sung by Iain MacKintosh, some years
later
Ibrox, Parkhead - Glasgow football grounds, homes of Celtic Glasgow and Glasgow Rangers
respectively