D
The countryside is dying
D/B
They're closing village stores
G
While shepherds watched their flocks by night
D A
The government burn them all
Em
And here's another post office
G A D
With boards across the door
D
Now the rich folks came from london
D/B
To breathe the cleaner air
G
They listen to The Archers
D A
Buy new barbours, grow their hair
Em
Then they buy up all the houses
G
So country people born-and-bred
G A D
Can't afford to live there
D
Now the Countryside Alliance
D/B
We'll call them 'the cunts' for short
G
They promised in defiance
D A
That a battle would be fought
Em
Then they ignored the real issues
G A D
And just shout about their bloody sport
G D A
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
G D A
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
G D D/B D#1
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
G
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
A D G A D
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me.
D
Now the cunts have come to London
D/B
To show us all what for:
G
There were only 20 thousand of them
D A
Marching down through Whitehall
D
But they were such a bunch of thugs
D/B
And the police arrested more
G
Than when 2 million normal people
G A D
Marched against the war
G D A
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
G D A
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
G D D/B D#1
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
G
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
A D G A D
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me.
D#1 Em G A
Where were you when the miners fought to save their livelihoods?
D#1 Em G A
You were dressed up in red velvet somewhere deep in the woods
D#1 Em G A
You loved the fucking poll tax, you propped up Maggie Thatcher
Em
And you didn't give a fuck about Tony Blair
G A D
'Til he threw your hobby back at ya.
D
The countryside is dying
D/B
Some say it's already dead
G D A
And the huntsman's got a boner as the dogs rip the fox to shreds
Em
Then he smears the blood on his daughter's face
G A D
And drags her back to bed.
G D A
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
G D A
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
G D D/B D#1
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
G
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
A D G A D
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me