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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sepultura
Performer
Andreas Kisser
Lead Guitar
Paulo Jr.
Bass
Igor Cavalera
Drums
Max Cavalera
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Sullivan
Songwriter
Robert Heaton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sepultura
Producer
Dave Somers
Assistant Engineer
Simon Dawson
Assistant Engineer
George Marino
Mastering Engineer
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Steve Remote
Recording Engineer
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, in the 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, 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 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
'Cause not everybody here is scared of you
Not everybody passes 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
Oh, 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)
Writer(s): Robert Charles Heaton, Justin Edward Sullivan, Jason James Harris
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