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...