A bunch of lying bastards

I agree wholeheartedly that is what they are
I couldn’t have put it better
Fox hunting is a scar
Across our greener countryside
Their purpose is to kill
To go out and get bloodied
With all that added thrill

Of chasing down some creature
Put on this earth to be
Worthy of its placement
Its wild born to be free
Unlike man kind who creates a world
Of imprisoning us all
In laws and paper manacles
To drive us up the wall

Cameron is at it his wheeling dealing stance
He is using a statutory instrument
Hoping to advance
The cause and to flush out complexity
By a smoke screen that will sweep
Its way around the hunting act
Actually on the cheap
No free vote as was mooted
Just being underhand
Circumventing modification
Right across the land

They talk up the sheep farmers
They talk up pest control
The countryside alliance
The people without soul
They talk of wild life management
As if we all agree

These tory toffs dressed up in red
Are not bred like you or me

And they wouldnt like to admit it
We are commoners of course
We ride about in our 4 wheeled drives
When they go to work by horse
With a dozen hounds a yapping and wild soul
On the run
The poor sod will be run to ground
And dug out for the gun

Hunting with dogs is illegal
2 or 3 Or 4 or a pack of many
Ready to turn victims to gore
A brave and courageous mother
Supporting her cubs with ease
Living in the environment
In amongst the trees
All around the countryside
Our wild breathren exist
They share the environment with us
And we must now desist

In killing them for pleasure
In killing them for sport
In calling up the culture flag
And tradition which is sought
We are a bunch of sadists
Of psychopaths who wear
The mantle of respect but really
The opposite we share

Riding off in the sunlight
The clatter of horses feet
A hungry pack of yapping hounds
Where nothing is discreet
The trespass on our lands they do
And through our garden space
They kill our pets
They raise our debts
Its something all must face

They are a bunch of dressed up slobs
Out to kill and be
Given the chance to do this
And the authority
Watch a poor sweet mother ripped to bits before
Their eyes thats what their hearts desire
Which is something we cant ignore

Every single creature that lives
Around us was
Put there for a reason
And that my friends was not because
We can come and chase them down
We can drive them mad
We can stand by and see them murdered
And not feel the least sad

In our psychopathic stupor
Drenched in innocent blood
We can tip toe into the abyss
And drown in the flood

A bunch of lying bastards
Right on Brian May
I agree with you mate
And they think they can play
Their music more sweetly
But of course compared to you
They a heartless bunch of creeps
And now many take the view

That a fox a deer a badger has every right to be
A hare, a rabbit a hedgehog whatever yes we see
A soul a created miracle with a place on earth to share
And rural men and women who are pitifully unaware
Of their sublime existence should remember who is the runt
Its not the wild ones not at all its the men who want to hunt
Or the patriarchal front