The hunt

We went into town On the Tuesday night Searching all the places That you hang aboutWere looking for you In the back street cellar In the drinking clubs In the discotheques And the gaming pubsWere 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 doneWe picked up the trail At the seven crowns One of your cronies He was doing your roundsWe followed him Just a silhouette figure Up market pass Where the headlamps shine On the broken glassWe 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 doorwayNo police, no summons, no courts of law No proper procedure, no rules of war No mitigating circumstance No lawyers fees, no second chanceThere are lasses getting trouble On their own home beat There are old folk battered In the open streetIn this city of ours There are eyes that see But say nothing at all There are ears that hear But they dont recallIn this city of ours So we followed your man Back to your front door And were waiting For you outsideCause not everybody Here is scared of you Not everybody passes On the other sideNo police, no summons, no courts of law No proper procedure, no rules of war No mitigating circumstance No lawyers fees, no second chanceWe could spent Our whole lives waiting For some thunderbolt to comeAnd we could spent Our whole lives waiting For some justice to be done Unless we make our ownNo police, no summons, no courts of law No proper procedure, no rules of war No mitigating circumstance No lawyers fees, no second chance