标题:The Hunt
艺人:Sepultura
专辑:Chaos A.D.
作词:New Model Army
制谱人:mastah
节拍:
♩ = 110
注释:We went into town on the tuesday nightSearching all the places that you hang aboutWe're looking for youIn the back street cellar dive drinking clubsIn the discotheques and the gaming pubsWe're looking for youYou will pay the price for my own sweet brotherAnd what he has becomeAnd a hundred other boys and girlsAnd all that you have doneWe picked up the trail at the Seven CrownsOne of your cronies - he was doing your roundsWe followed himJust a silhouette figure up market passWhere the headlamps shine on the broken glassWe followed himOver the bridge by the old canalWhere the shadows dance on the lighted wallHe stopped to light up a cigaretteAnd we dived into a doorwayNo Police, no summous, no courts of lawNONONONONo proper procedures, no rules of warNONONONONo mitigating circumstanceNONONONONo lawyers fees, no second chanceNONONONOThere are lasses getting trouble on their own homeThere are old folk battered in the open streetIn this city of oursThere are eyes that see but say nothing at allThere are ears that hear but they don't recallIn this city of oursSo we followed your man back to your front doorAnd we're waiting for you outside'Cos not everybody here is scared of youNot everybody passes on the other sideNo Police, no summous, no courts of lawNONONONONo proper procedures, no rules of warNONONONONo mitigating circumstanceNONONONONo lawyers fees, no second chanceNONONONOAnd we could spent our whole lives waiting For some thunderbolt to comeAnd we could spent our whole lives waiting For some justice to be doneUnless we make our own.....Aaahh!!!No Police, no summous, no courts of lawNONONONONo proper procedures, no rules of warNONONONONo mitigating circumstanceNONONONONo lawyers fees, no second chanceNONONONOAnd we could spent our whole lives waiting For some thunderbolt to comeAnd we could spent our whole lives waiting For some justice to be doneUnless we make our own.....Aaahh!!!
歌词:
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...
