G/E: 0 2 0 0 3 3 G#1: 2 0 0 0 3 3 G The countryside is dying G/E They're closing village stores C While shepherds watched their flocks by night G D The government burn them all Am And here's another post office C D G With boards across the door G Now the rich folks came from london G/E To breathe the cleaner air C They listen to The Archers G D Buy new barbours, grow their hair Am Then they buy up all the houses C So country people born-and-bred C D G Can't afford to live there G Now the Countryside Alliance G/E We'll call them 'the cunts' for short C They promised in defiance G D That a battle would be fought Am Then they ignored the real issues C D G And just shout about their bloody sport C G D And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me C G D And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money C G G/E G#1 And I've never been in favour of police brutality C But when the huntsman comes a-marchin' D G C D G You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me. G Now the cunts have come to London G/E To show us all what for: C There were only 20 thousand of them G D Marching down through Whitehall G But they were such a bunch of thugs G/E And the police arrested more C Than when 2 million normal people C D G Marched against the war C G D And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me C G D And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money C G G/E G#1 And I've never been in favour of police brutality C But when the huntsman comes a-marchin' D G C D G You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me. G#1 Am C D Where were you when the miners fought to save their livelihoods? G#1 Am C D You were dressed up in red velvet somewhere deep in the woods G#1 Am C D You loved the fucking poll tax, you propped up Maggie Thatcher Am And you didn't give a fuck about Tony Blair C D G 'Til he threw your hobby back at ya. G The countryside is dying G/E Some say it's already dead C G D And the huntsman's got a boner as the dogs rip the fox to shreds Am Then he smears the blood on his daughter's face C D G And drags her back to bed. C G D And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me C G D And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money C G G/E G#1 And I've never been in favour of police brutality C But when the huntsman comes a-marchin' D G C D G You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me