C#
The countryside is dying
C#/A#
They're closing village stores
F#
While shepherds watched their flocks by night
C# G#
The government burn them all
D#m
And here's another post office
F# G# C#
With boards across the door
C#
Now the rich folks came from london
C#/A#
To breathe the cleaner air
F#
They listen to The Archers
C# G#
Buy new barbours, grow their hair
D#m
Then they buy up all the houses
F#
So country people born-and-bred
F# G# C#
Can't afford to live there
C#
Now the Countryside Alliance
C#/A#
We'll call them 'the cunts' for short
F#
They promised in defiance
C# G#
That a battle would be fought
D#m
Then they ignored the real issues
F# G# C#
And just shout about their bloody sport
F# C# G#
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
F# C# G#
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
F# C# C#/A# D1
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
F#
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
G# C# F# G# C#
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me.
C#
Now the cunts have come to London
C#/A#
To show us all what for:
F#
There were only 20 thousand of them
C# G#
Marching down through Whitehall
C#
But they were such a bunch of thugs
C#/A#
And the police arrested more
F#
Than when 2 million normal people
F# G# C#
Marched against the war
F# C# G#
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
F# C# G#
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
F# C# C#/A# D1
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
F#
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
G# C# F# G# C#
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me.
D1 D#m F# G#
Where were you when the miners fought to save their livelihoods?
D1 D#m F# G#
You were dressed up in red velvet somewhere deep in the woods
D1 D#m F# G#
You loved the fucking poll tax, you propped up Maggie Thatcher
D#m
And you didn't give a fuck about Tony Blair
F# G# C#
'Til he threw your hobby back at ya.
C#
The countryside is dying
C#/A#
Some say it's already dead
F# C# G#
And the huntsman's got a boner as the dogs rip the fox to shreds
D#m
Then he smears the blood on his daughter's face
F# G# C#
And drags her back to bed.
F# C# G#
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
F# C# G#
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
F# C# C#/A# D1
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
F#
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
G# C# F# G# C#
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me