Capo 2
The countryside is dying
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They're closing village stores
While shepherds watched their flocks by night
The government burn them all
And here's another post office
With boards across the door
Now the rich folks came from london
G/f#
To breathe the cleaner air
They listen to The Archers
Buy new barbours, grow their hair
Then they buy up all the houses
So country people born-and-bred
Can't afford to live there
Now the Countryside Alliance
G/f#
We'll call them 'the cunts' for short
They promised in defiance
That a battle would be fought
Then they ignored the real issues
And just shout about their bloody sport
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me.
Now the cunts have come to London
G/f#
To show us all what for:
There were only 20 thousand of them
Marching down through Whitehall
But they were such a bunch of thugs
And the police arrested more
Than when 2 million normal people
Marched against the war
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me.
Where were you when the miners fought to save their livelihoods?
You were dressed up in red velvet somewhere deep in the woods
You loved the fucking poll tax, you propped up Maggie Thatcher
And you didn't give a fuck about Tony Blair
'Til he threw your hobby back at ya.
The countryside is dying
G/f#
Some say it's already dead
And the huntsman's got a boner as the dogs rip the fox to shreds
Then he smears the blood on his daughter's face
And drags her back to bed.
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me.