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The Hunt

We went into town on the Tuesday night

Searching all the places that you hang about

We're looking for youIn 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 himJust a silhouette figure up market pass

Where the headlamps shine on the broken 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 summons, no courts of law

No proper procedures, no rules of war

No mitigating circumstance

No lawyer's fees, no second chanceNo police, no summons, no courts of law

No proper procedures, no rules of war

No mitigating circumstance

No lawyer's fees, no second chanceWell there are lasses getting trouble on their own home street

There are old folk battered in the open street

In this city of oursThere 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 summons, no courts of law

No proper procedures, no rules of war

No mitigating circumstance

No lawyer's fees, no second chanceNo police, no summons, no courts of law

No proper procedures, no rules of war

No mitigating circumstance

No lawyer's fees, no second chanceAnd 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

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