Canzone dei New Model Army ripresa dai Sepultura. Può piacere o meno, e non è detto che essa abbia un'interpretazione univoca. Ma è pur sempre St. Anger, dopotutto.We went into town on the tuesday nightSearching all the places that you hang aboutWere looking for youIn the back street cellar dive drinking clubsIn the discotheques and the gaming pubsWere looking for youYou will pay the price for my own sweet brotherAnd what he has becomeAnd a hundred other boys and girlsAnd all that you have done We picked up the trail at the seven crownsOne of your cronies - he was doing your roundsWe followed himJust a silhouette figure up market passWhere the headlamps shine on the broken glassWe followed himOver the bridge by the old canalWhere the shadows dance on the lighted wallHe stopped to light up a cigaretteAnd we dived into a doorway No police, no summons, no courts of lawNo proper procedure, no rules of warNo mitigating circumstanceNo lawyers fees, no second chance There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beatThere are old folk battered in the open streetIn this city of oursThere are eyes that see but say nothing at allThere are ears that hear but they dont recallIn this city of oursSo we followed your man back to your front doorAnd were waiting for you outsidecos not everybody here is scared of youNot everybody passes on the other side No police, no summons, no courts of lawNo proper procedure, no rules of warNo mitigating circumstanceNo lawyers fees, no second chance And we could spent our whole lives waitingFor some thunderbolt to comeAnd we could spent our whole lives waitingFor some justice to be doneUnless we make our own No police, no summons, no courts of lawNo proper procedure, no rules of warNo mitigating circumstanceNo lawyers fees, no second chance
The Hunt
Canzone dei New Model Army ripresa dai Sepultura. Può piacere o meno, e non è detto che essa abbia un'interpretazione univoca. Ma è pur sempre St. Anger, dopotutto.We went into town on the tuesday nightSearching all the places that you hang aboutWere looking for youIn the back street cellar dive drinking clubsIn the discotheques and the gaming pubsWere looking for youYou will pay the price for my own sweet brotherAnd what he has becomeAnd a hundred other boys and girlsAnd all that you have done We picked up the trail at the seven crownsOne of your cronies - he was doing your roundsWe followed himJust a silhouette figure up market passWhere the headlamps shine on the broken glassWe followed himOver the bridge by the old canalWhere the shadows dance on the lighted wallHe stopped to light up a cigaretteAnd we dived into a doorway No police, no summons, no courts of lawNo proper procedure, no rules of warNo mitigating circumstanceNo lawyers fees, no second chance There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beatThere are old folk battered in the open streetIn this city of oursThere are eyes that see but say nothing at allThere are ears that hear but they dont recallIn this city of oursSo we followed your man back to your front doorAnd were waiting for you outsidecos not everybody here is scared of youNot everybody passes on the other side No police, no summons, no courts of lawNo proper procedure, no rules of warNo mitigating circumstanceNo lawyers fees, no second chance And we could spent our whole lives waitingFor some thunderbolt to comeAnd we could spent our whole lives waitingFor some justice to be doneUnless we make our own No police, no summons, no courts of lawNo proper procedure, no rules of warNo mitigating circumstanceNo lawyers fees, no second chance