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 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 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 proper procedures, no rules of war   No mitigating circumstance   No lawyer's fees, no second chance      No police, no summons, no courts of law   No proper procedures, no rules of war   No mitigating circumstance   No lawyer's fees, no second chance      Well there are lasses getting trouble on their own home street   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 proper procedures, no rules of war   No mitigating circumstance   No lawyer's fees, no second chance      No police, no summons, no courts of law   No proper procedures, no rules of war   No mitigating circumstance   No lawyer's fees, no second chance      And 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