B
The countryside is dying
B/G#
They're closing village stores
E
While shepherds watched their flocks by night
B F#
The government burn them all
C#m
And here's another post office
E F# B
With boards across the door
B
Now the rich folks came from london
B/G#
To breathe the cleaner air
E
They listen to The Archers
B F#
Buy new barbours, grow their hair
C#m
Then they buy up all the houses
E
So country people born-and-bred
E F# B
Can't afford to live there
B
Now the Countryside Alliance
B/G#
We'll call them 'the cunts' for short
E
They promised in defiance
B F#
That a battle would be fought
C#m
Then they ignored the real issues
E F# B
And just shout about their bloody sport
E B F#
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
E B F#
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
E B B/G# C1
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
E
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
F# B E F# B
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me.
B
Now the cunts have come to London
B/G#
To show us all what for:
E
There were only 20 thousand of them
B F#
Marching down through Whitehall
B
But they were such a bunch of thugs
B/G#
And the police arrested more
E
Than when 2 million normal people
E F# B
Marched against the war
E B F#
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
E B F#
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
E B B/G# C1
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
E
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
F# B E F# B
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me.
C1 C#m E F#
Where were you when the miners fought to save their livelihoods?
C1 C#m E F#
You were dressed up in red velvet somewhere deep in the woods
C1 C#m E F#
You loved the fucking poll tax, you propped up Maggie Thatcher
C#m
And you didn't give a fuck about Tony Blair
E F# B
'Til he threw your hobby back at ya.
B
The countryside is dying
B/G#
Some say it's already dead
E B F#
And the huntsman's got a boner as the dogs rip the fox to shreds
C#m
Then he smears the blood on his daughter's face
E F# B
And drags her back to bed.
E B F#
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
E B F#
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
E B B/G# C1
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
E
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
F# B E F# B
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me