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 THE HUNT - NEW MODEL ARMY (LP GHOST OF CAIN)



       C
 We went into town on the Tuesday night,
 C
 Searching all the places that you hang about
       E            C
 We're looking for you
        C
 In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs
        C
 In the discotheques and the garning pubs
       E            C
 We're looking for you


          D (V.)
 You will pay the price for my own sweet brother
                   C (III.)
 And what he has become
       D (V.)
 And a hundred other boys and girls
     F                 G
 And all that you have done...


    C
 We picked up the trail at the Seven Crowns
 C
 One of your cronies - he was doing your rounds
    E          C
 We followed him
        C
 Just a silhouette figure up Market Pass
           C
 Where the headlamps shine on the broken glass
    E          C
 We followed him


 D
 Over the bridge by the old canal
           C
 Where the shadows dance on the lighted wall
    D
 He stopped to light up a cigarette
        F            G
 And we dived into a doorway


 [Chorus:]
 A                                             G   F
 No police, no summons, no courts of law
 A                                             G   F
 No proper procedure, no rules of war
 A                                             G   F
 No mitigating circumstance
 A                                             G   F
 No lawyers fees, no second chance


           C
 There are larses getting trouble on their own home beat
           C
 There are old folk battered in the open street
         E        C
 In this city of ours
           C
 There are eyes that see but say nothing at all
           C
 There are ears that hear but they don't recall
         E        C
 In this city of ours

       D
 So we followed your man back to your front door
           C
 And we're waiting for you outside
          D
 'Cos not everybody here is scared of you
     F                       G
 Not everybody passed on the other side

 [Chorus]

 F (VIII.)
 And we could spend our whole lives waiting
          E              B
 For some thunderbolt to come
 F (VIII.)
 An we could spend our whole lives waiting
          E             B
 For some justice to be done
 F                         A      F      A      F
 Unless we make our own

 [Chorus]
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 Tabs by Juergen Bohn, s_bohn@ira.uka.de
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