Willie Dunn – I Pity The Country

I pity the country
I pity the state
And the mind of a man
Who thrives on hate
Small are the lives
Of cheats and of buyers
Of bigoted news press
Fascist town criers
Deception annoys me
Deception destroys me
The Bill of Rights throws me
In jails they all know me
Frustrated are churchmen
From saving a soul man
The tinker, the tailor
The colonial governor
They pull and they paw me
They’re seeking to draw me
Away from the roundness
Of the light

[Verse 2]
Silly civil servants
They thrive off my body
Their trip is with power
Backbacon and welfare
Police, they arrest me
Materialists detest me
Pollution, it chokes me
Movies, they joke me
Politicians exploit me
City life, it jades me
Hudson Bay flees me
Hunting laws freak me
Government is bumbling
Revolution is rumbling
To be ruled in impunity
Is tradition continuity
I pity the country
I pity the state
And the mind of a man
Who thrives on hate

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