Sepultura

We went into town on the tuesday night
Searching all the places that you hang about
Were looking for you
In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs
In the discotheques and the gaming pubs
Were 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