Lyrics:

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, 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, 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, cap in hand

I can't understand why we let someone else rule our land, cap in hand

I can't understand why you let someone else rule your land, cap in hand