HILLSBOROUGH UNCOVERED By Agatha Christie We are blameless, perfection to the hilt. We do nothing wrong, we are without guilt. We uphold the law, we know right from wrong. We are the police; correct all along. We're the law of the land. We know what's best. We crush lawbreakers and those who protest. We apprehend hooligans, warn the youth But someone's discovered.... we don't tell the truth! When fans died at football, many years back We covered our tracks, so we'd get no flak Graves poignant and still, bedecked with flowers We now must admit, the lies were all ours.