Interpret:

Sepultura

Album:

Chaos A.D.

(New Model Army cover) 


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...