I could tell the meaning of a word like sereneI got some ’o’
grades when I was sixteenI can tell the difference between
magarine and butterI can say saskatchewan without starting to
stutterBut I can’t understand why we let someone else rule our
landWe’re cap in handI could get a broken jaw from being in a
fightI know it’s evening when day turns to nightI can understand
why stranraer lie so lowlyThey could save a lot of points by
signing hibs goalieBut I can’t understand why we let someone
else rule our landWe’re cap in handWe fight - when they ask usWe
boast - then we cowerWe begFor a piece ofWhats already oursOnce I
thought I could make God a bribeSo I said I was in his lost
tribeGetting handouts can be so frustratingGet in line son,
there’s five million waitingI can’t understand why you let
someone else rule your landYou’re cap in hand.