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 silhouet
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