Igor Cavalera - The Hunt lyrics

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 Pa** Where the headlamps shine on the broken gla** We followed him Over the bridge by the old can*l 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, no, no, no) No proper procedure, no rules of war (no, no, no, no) No mitigating circumstance (no, no, no, no) No lawyer's fee, no second chance (no, no, no, no) There are la**es 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 'Cause not everybody here is scared of you Not everybody pa**es on the other side No police, no summons, no courts of law (no, no, no, no) No proper procedure, no rules of war (no, no, no, no) No mitigating circumstance (no, no, no, no) No lawyer's fee, no second chance (no, no, no, no) 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 Ohh, no police, no summons, no courts of law (no, no, no, no) No proper procedure, no rules of war (no, no, no, no) No mitigating circumstance (no, no, no, no) No lawyer's fee, no second chance (no, no, no, no)