The Huntsman Comes A-Marchin'

The countryside is dying They're closing village stores While shepherds watch their flocks by night The government burned them all And here's another post office With boards across the door The people from the city came to breathe the cleaner air They listened to the archers Buy new coats and grow their hair Then they buy up all the houses So country people born and bread Can't afford to live there Now the countryside alliance We'll call them the cunts for short They promised in defiance that a battle would be fought Then ignored the real problems Just shout about their bloody sports Call it a betrayal It looks like that to me Call it bad behaviour and a waste of time and money I've never been in favour of police brutality But when the huntsman comes a marching Well give him one for me officer, give him one for me Now the cunts have come to London To give us all what for There were only twenty thousand of them matching down through Whitehall But they were such a bunch of thugs The police arrested more Then when 2 million normal people marched against the war Call it a betrayal It looks like that to me Call it bad behaviour and a waste of time and money And I've never been in favour of police brutality But when the huntsman comes a marching Well give him one for me officer, give him one for me Where were you? When the miners fought to save their livelihoods Dressed up in red velvet somewhere deep in the woods You loved the fucking poll tax You propped up Maggie thatcher And you didn't give a fuck about Tony Blair 'Till he threw your hobby back at ya The countryside is dying Some say it's already dead And the huntsman has a boner As the dogs pull it to shreds Then he rubs the blood, on his daughters face And drags her back to bed Call it a betrayal It looks like that to me Call it bad behaviour and a waste of time and money And I've never been in favour of police brutality But when the huntsman comes a marching Well give him one for me officer, give him one for me