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 'cos not everybody here is scared of you Not everybody passes on the other side
No police, no summons, no courts of law No proper procedure, no rules of war No mitigating circumstance No lawyers fees, no second chance