מילים לשיר The Hunt – Sepultura

We Went Into Town On The Tuesday Night
In The Back Street Cellar Dive Drinking Clubs
Searching All The Places That You Hang About
We're Looking For You
In The Discotheques And The Gaming Pubs
We're Looking For You
And A Hundred Other Boys And Girls
You Will Pay The Price For My Own Sweet Brother
And What He Has Become
And All That You Have Done One Of Your Cronies We Picked Up The Trail At The Seven Crowns
We Followed Him
We Followed Him
Just A Silhouette Figure Up Market Pass
Where The Headlamps Shine On The Broken Glass
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 Mitigating Circumstance
No Proper Procedure, No Rules Of War
No Lawyers Fees, No Second Chance There Are Old Folk Battered In The Open Street
There Are Lasses Getting Trouble On Their Own Home Beat
There Are Eyes That See But Say Nothing At All
In This City Of Ours
There Are Ears That Hear But They Don't Recall
In This City Of Ours
And We're Waiting For You Outside
So We Followed Your Man Back To Your Front Door
'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 And We Could Spent Our Whole Lives Waiting
For Some Thunderbolt To Come
For Some Justice To Be Done
Unless We Make Our Own No Police, No Summons, No Courts Of Law.