G#
The countryside is dying
G#/F
They're closing village stores
C#
While shepherds watched their flocks by night
G# D#
The government burn them all
A#m
And here's another post office
C# D# G#
With boards across the door
G#
Now the rich folks came from london
G#/F
To breathe the cleaner air
C#
They listen to The Archers
G# D#
Buy new barbours, grow their hair
A#m
Then they buy up all the houses
C#
So country people born-and-bred
C# D# G#
Can't afford to live there
G#
Now the Countryside Alliance
G#/F
We'll call them 'the cunts' for short
C#
They promised in defiance
G# D#
That a battle would be fought
A#m
Then they ignored the real issues
C# D# G#
And just shout about their bloody sport
C# G# D#
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
C# G# D#
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
C# G# G#/F A1
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
C#
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
D# G# C# D# G#
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me.
G#
Now the cunts have come to London
G#/F
To show us all what for:
C#
There were only 20 thousand of them
G# D#
Marching down through Whitehall
G#
But they were such a bunch of thugs
G#/F
And the police arrested more
C#
Than when 2 million normal people
C# D# G#
Marched against the war
C# G# D#
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
C# G# D#
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
C# G# G#/F A1
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
C#
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
D# G# C# D# G#
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me.
A1 A#m C# D#
Where were you when the miners fought to save their livelihoods?
A1 A#m C# D#
You were dressed up in red velvet somewhere deep in the woods
A1 A#m C# D#
You loved the fucking poll tax, you propped up Maggie Thatcher
A#m
And you didn't give a fuck about Tony Blair
C# D# G#
'Til he threw your hobby back at ya.
G#
The countryside is dying
G#/F
Some say it's already dead
C# G# D#
And the huntsman's got a boner as the dogs rip the fox to shreds
A#m
Then he smears the blood on his daughter's face
C# D# G#
And drags her back to bed.
C# G# D#
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
C# G# D#
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
C# G# G#/F A1
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
C#
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
D# G# C# D# G#
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me