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 liars
 Of Bigoted newspress
 Fascist town criers
 Deception annoys me
 Deception destroys me
 The Bill of rights throws me
 Jails they all know me
 Frustrated are churchmen
 The saving-of-soul men
 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 life
 Instrumental Break:
 Silly Civil Servants
 They thrive off my body
 Their trip is with power
 Back bacon 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's Bay fleeces 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