THE HUNT - NEW MODEL ARMY (LP GHOST OF CAIN)
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 garning pubs
We're looking for you
D (V.)
You will pay the price for my own sweet brother
C (III.)
And what he has become
D (V.)
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
[Chorus:]
No police, no summons, no courts of law
No proper procedure, no rules of war
No mitigating circumstance
No lawyers fees, no second chance
There are larses 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
'Cos not everybody here is scared of you
Not everybody passed on the other side
[Chorus]
F (VIII.)
And we could spend our whole lives waiting
For some thunderbolt to come
F (VIII.)
An we could spend our whole lives waiting
For some justice to be done
Unless we make our own
[Chorus]
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Tabs by Juergen Bohn, s_bohn@ira.uka.de
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