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 procedure, no rules of war 

No mitigating circumstance 

No lawyers fees, no second chance 



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 

'cos not everybody here is scared of you 

Not everybody passes on the other side 



No police, no summons, no courts of law... 



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 



No police, no summons, no courts of law...