The Hunt (Live; 2005 Remastered Version) Lyrics

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 youYou 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 rounds
We followed him
Just a silhouette figure up market pass.
Where the headlamps shine on the groken glass
We followed himOver 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 summous, no courts of lawNo 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 oursSo 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 sideNo 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 ownNo 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)
Songwriters
HEATON, ROBERT CHARLES / SULLIVAN, JUSTIN EDWARDPublished by
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