The Hunt New Model Army
We wen[C]t into town on the Tuesday night,
[C]Searching all the places that you hang about
We're [E]looking for y[C]ou
In the [C]back street cellar dive drinking clubs
In the [C]discotheques and the garning pubs
We're [E]looking for y[C]ou
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 [F]all that you have [G]done...
We [C]picked up the trail at the Seven Crowns
[C]One of your cronies - he was doing your rounds
We [E]followed hi[C]m
Just a [C]silhouette figure up Market Pass
Where the [C]headlamps shine on the broken glass
We [E]followed hi[C]m
[D]Over the bridge by the old can*l
Where the [C]shadows dance on the lighted wall
He [D]stopped to light up a cigarette
And we [F]dived into a [G]doorway
(Chorus:)
[A]No police, no summons, no courts of law[G] [F]
[A]No proper procedure, no rules of war[G] [F]
[A]No mitigating circumstance[G] [F]
[A]No lawyers fees, no second chance[G] [F]
There are [C]larses getting trouble on their own home beat
There are [C]old folk battered in the open street
In this [E]city of o[C]urs
There are [C]eyes that see but say nothing at all
There are [C]ears that hear but they don't recall
In this [E]city of o[C]urs
So we [D]followed your man back to your front door
And we're [C]waiting for you outside
'Cos not [D]everybody here is scared of you
Not [F]everybody passed on the [G]other side
(Chorus)
F (VIII.)
And we could spend our whole lives waiting
For some [E]thunderbolt to [B]come
F (VIII.)
An we could spend our whole lives waiting
For some [E]justice to be [B]done
[F]Unless we make our own[A] [F] [A] [F]
(Chorus)
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