New Model Army - The Hunt

The Ghost of Cain The Hunt New Model Army 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 dive 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 groken 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