Standard (EADGBE)

  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

  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 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

  And we could spend our whole lives waiting

  For some thunderbolt to come

  An we could spend our whole lives waiting

  For some justice to be done

  Unless we make our own

Chorus

_______________________________________