I could tell the meaning of a word like serene
i got some 'o' grades when i was sixteen
i can tell the difference between magarine and butter
i can say "saskatchewan" without starting to stutter
But i can't understand why we let someone else rule our land
we're cap in hand
I could get a broken jaw from being in a fight
i know its evening when day turns to night
i can understand why stranraer lie so lowly
they could save a lot of points by signing hibs goalie
But i can't understand why we let someone else rule our land
we're cap in hand
We fight - when they ask us
we boast - then we cower
we beg
for a piece of
whats already ours
Once i thought i could make god a bribe
so i said i was in his lost tribe
getting handouts can be so frustrating
"get in line son, there's five million waiting"
I can't understand why you let someone else rule your land
you're cap in hand.