new model army
the hunt
We went into town on the tuesday night  Searching all the places that you hang about  We're looking for you  In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs.  In the discotheques and the gaming pubs  We're looking for you   You will pay the price for my own sweet brother And what he has become  And a hundred other boys and girls  And all that you have done   We picked up the trail at the Seven Crowns.  One of your cronies - he was doing your rounds  We followed him  Just a silhouette figure up market pass. Where the headlamps shine on the groken glass  We followed him   Over the bridge by the old canal  Where the shadows dance on the lighted wall  He stopped to light up a cigarette  And we dived into a doorway   No Police, no summous, no courts of law  No proper procedure, no rules of war  (No,No, No,) No mitigating circumstance  (No,No, No,) No lawyers fees, no second chance (No,No, No,)  There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beat  There are old folk battered In the open street  In this city of ours  There are eyes that see but say nothing at all There are ears that hear but they don't recall  In this city of ours   So we followed your man back to your front door and we're waiting for you outside  'cause not everybody here is scared of you  Not everybody passes on the other side   No Police, no summous, no courts of law...  (No,No, No,) No proper procedure, no rules of war...  (No, No, No)  No mitigating circumstance...  (No, No, No,)  No lawyers fees, no second chance...  (No, No, No)   And we could spent our whole lives waiting for some thunderbolt to come  And we could spent our whole lives waiting for some justice to be done  Unless we make our own   No Police, no summous, no courts of law...  (No, No, No,) No proper procedure, no rules of war...  (No, No, No)  No mitigating circumstance...  (No, No, No,)  No lawyers fees, no second chance...  (No, No, No)