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