The Hunt - New Model Army
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The Hunt Lyrics
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