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We went into town on the tuesday night
searching all the places that you hang about
weand're looking for you
in the back street cellar dive drinking clubs.
in the discotheques and the gaming pubs
weand'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 donand't recall
in this city of ours
So we followed your man back to your front door and weand're waiting for you outside
and'cos 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)
New Model Army
The Hunt
The Hunt
We went into town on the tuesday night
searching all the places that you hang about
weand're looking for you
in the back street cellar dive drinking clubs.
in the discotheques and the gaming pubs
weand'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 donand't recall
in this city of ours
So we followed your man back to your front door and weand're waiting for you outside
and'cos 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)
