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 the 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! No! No! No!

No proper procedures, no rules of war

No! No! No! No!

No mitigating circumstance

No! No! No! No!

No lawyers fees, no second chance

No! 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 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! No! No! No!

No proper procedures, no rules of war

No! No! No! No!

No mitigating circumstance

No! No! No! No!

No lawyers fees, no second chance

No! No! No! No!

And we could spent our whole lives waiting for some thunderbolt to come

And we could spend our whole lives waiting for some justice to be done

Unless we make our own

No police, no summons, no courts of law

No! No! No! No!

No proper procedures, no rules of war

No! No! No! No!

No mitigating circumstance

No! No! No! No!

No lawyers fees, no second chance

No! No! No! No!