The song includes a monologue by Paddy Hill of the Birmingham 6 – one of the six men wrongly convicted of carrying out a pair of pub bombings in the mid seventies. The convictions for all six men were quashed, and they walked free on the 14th March 1991.
[Paddy Hill]
There was a cop standing there with two guns on him— shoulder holster and waist holster— and I remember thinking to myself, ‘Jesus! Some poor bastard's in for a hard time,’ but I never thought it was me. And the Birmingham Police come on the scene and they started battering and torturing me. They were telling me things about my wife and they were telling me about the mobs being outside my house, ‘screaming for my wife’s and my kids’ blood,’ and all that, and ‘the only thing that was separating the mob from my family was their line of policemen,’ and all of this crap. If I didn't make a statement they would call off the police cordon and let the mob have the wife and kids
[Verse 1]
I don't know if I miss you, if I miss the part of me that used to feel
Maybe if I kissed you, you'd miss the part of you that used to need me
Maybe if I held you, I took some time to tell you
That the time I hold you now is in my dreams
Schemes we shared together— sweet sunsets, a rocking chair—
Are looking just as faded as my jeans
[Chorus]
All the thrills are gone
What used to kill the pain no longer pacifies you
What satisfied me once
And got me jumping the ring of fire
Has left me burnt-out and on the wire
All the thrills are gone
There's something missing. It takes quite a while to realise the whole world is changing
[Verse 2]
Sometimes when I'm walking, I walk the way you and I, we walked
Sometimes when I'm drinking, I think about the things we used to talk about
Our lovers’ lane is closed; every telephone is broken
They can't carry my words home to where I want to be
Some candlelit location— Al Green on the radio station—
The dream is slipping like an anchor to the sea
[Chorus]
All the thrills are gone
What used to kill the pain no longer pacifies you
What satisfied me once
And got me jumping the ring of fire
Has left me burnt-out and on the wire
All the thrills are gone
You sit there— people never understand what it's like just sitting there— and everybody all over the country— the government, people in the street, newspapers, radios, televisions, you name it— everybody's delighted that you're locked up, you're a bomber, a mass murderer; you're this, you're that, the other. And the bottom line is, you don't really give a fuck about it, though, because the only thing you're thinking of is your wife and your kids