I love the spirit of my friends hugging me and telling me to call them up once I have reached home safely..i do this every time I make it..

I love the spirit of the dogs chasing my car when I enter their territory and then my own dogs obliging not to chase the car as they recognize the odour which the car emits..with me a piece of shit in it…

I love the spirit of the gate keeper when he opens the 200 kg door for the car to enter..the welcome sound coming with a stint of working hard and doing his duty and showing me that he is not sleeping..my recognition is apparent from the fact that he is not asking me any more questions adding to the hectic day I have had and consumed..

I love my Mom for abusing me for being so late..the cap she has put on and I hope she shall forgive me the next morning asking me for the break fast I want to have..she looked so cute!

No police, no summons, no courts of law
No proper procedure, no rules of war
No mitigating circumstance
No lawyers fees, no second chance

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 dont recall
In this city of ours
So we followed your man back to your front door
And were 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...

And we could spent our whole lives waiting
For some thunderbolt to come
And we could spent our whole lives waiting
For some justice to be done
Unless we make our own

No police, no summons, no courts of law...