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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 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 procedures, no rules of war No mitigating circumstance No lawyer's fees, no second chance
No police, no summons, no courts of law No proper procedures, no rules of war No mitigating circumstance No lawyer's fees, no second chance
Well there are lasses getting trouble on their own home street 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 procedures, no rules of war No mitigating circumstance No lawyer's fees, no second chance
No police, no summons, no courts of law No proper procedures, no rules of war No mitigating circumstance No lawyer's fees, no second chance
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