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

In the 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 broken 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 summons, no courts of law

No proper procedure, no rules of war

No mitigating circumstance

No lawyers fees, no second chance

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 summons, no courts of law

No proper procedure, no rules of war

No mitigating circumstance

No lawyers fees, no second chance

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 summons, no courts of law

No proper procedure, no rules of war

No mitigating circumstance

No lawyers fees, no second chance