Zitat:
There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beat
There are old folk battered in their own home street
In this city of hours
There are eyes that see but say nothing at all
There are ears that hear but they don't recall
In this city of hours
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 layers fees, no second chance (no, no, no)
And we could spend our whole lives waiting for some thunderbolt to come
And we could spend our whole lives waiting for some justice to be done
Unless we make our own
