And we’re waiting
Where the shadows dance
In the drinking clubs
No lawyers fees, no second chance
No mitigating circumstance
One of your cronies
He was doing your rounds
And we could spent
On the broken glass
We picked up the trail
For you outside
But say nothing at all
For some thunderbolt to come
On the other side
And what he has become
For my own sweet brother
No mitigating circumstance
There are eyes that see
No mitigating circumstance
No proper procedure, no rules of war
We followed him
And the gaming pubs
Just a silhouette figure
There are old folk battered
In this city of ours
Not everybody passes
We could spent
’Cause not everybody
In the open street
Our whole lives waiting
So we followed your man
On their own home beat
No police, no summons, no courts of law
Where the headlamps shine
No lawyers fees, no second chance
No proper procedure, no rules of war
And a hundred other boys and girls
We’re looking for you
For some justice to be done
He stopped to light up a cigarette
We’re looking for you
There are lasses getting trouble
But they don’t recall
Over the bridge by the old canal
Here is scared of you
Searching all the places
That you hang about
Unless we make our own
And we dived into a doorway
Up market pass
And all that you have done
In the back street cellar
No lawyers fees, no second chance
We went into town
No police, no summons, no courts of law
In the discotheques
At the seven crowns
On the lighted wall
Songwriters: Robb Heaton, Justin Sullivan
Publisher: ATTACK ATTACK MUSIC
You will pay the price
Back to your front door
No police, no summons, no courts of law
In this city of ours
We followed him
Our whole lives waiting
No proper procedure, no rules of war
There are ears that hear
On the Tuesday night