F#
The countryside is dying
F#/D#
They're closing village stores
B
While shepherds watched their flocks by night
F# C#
The government burn them all
G#m
And here's another post office
B C# F#
With boards across the door
F#
Now the rich folks came from london
F#/D#
To breathe the cleaner air
B
They listen to The Archers
F# C#
Buy new barbours, grow their hair
G#m
Then they buy up all the houses
B
So country people born-and-bred
B C# F#
Can't afford to live there
F#
Now the Countryside Alliance
F#/D#
We'll call them 'the cunts' for short
B
They promised in defiance
F# C#
That a battle would be fought
G#m
Then they ignored the real issues
B C# F#
And just shout about their bloody sport
B F# C#
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
B F# C#
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
B F# F#/D# G1
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
B
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
C# F# B C# F#
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me.
F#
Now the cunts have come to London
F#/D#
To show us all what for:
B
There were only 20 thousand of them
F# C#
Marching down through Whitehall
F#
But they were such a bunch of thugs
F#/D#
And the police arrested more
B
Than when 2 million normal people
B C# F#
Marched against the war
B F# C#
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
B F# C#
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
B F# F#/D# G1
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
B
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
C# F# B C# F#
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me.
G1 G#m B C#
Where were you when the miners fought to save their livelihoods?
G1 G#m B C#
You were dressed up in red velvet somewhere deep in the woods
G1 G#m B C#
You loved the fucking poll tax, you propped up Maggie Thatcher
G#m
And you didn't give a fuck about Tony Blair
B C# F#
'Til he threw your hobby back at ya.
F#
The countryside is dying
F#/D#
Some say it's already dead
B F# C#
And the huntsman's got a boner as the dogs rip the fox to shreds
G#m
Then he smears the blood on his daughter's face
B C# F#
And drags her back to bed.
B F# C#
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
B F# C#
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
B F# F#/D# G1
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
B
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
C# F# B C# F#
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me