Ain't nothing's gonna breaka my stride
Ain't nothing's gonna breaka my legs
But the stress of life's gonna break the poor farmers back
Do us all a favour, make the planet safer
Blow out your brains as advertised by Ted Moult

We were stitched up by the Essex farmers
Betrayed at Stagden Cross
Take out the cunt from the Countryside Alliance
With Ted Moult's blunderbuss

Vermin stickers polluting cars
And cast off media stars
Sporting John Craven jumpers and the logic of Jimmy Hill
Pest control's addictive, make it self-inflicted
Blow out your brains as advertised by Ted Moult

We were stitched up by the Essex farmers
Betrayed at Stagden Cross
Take out the cunt from the Countryside Alliance
With Ted Moult's blunderbuss

We were stitched up by the Essex farmers
Betrayed at Stagden Cross
Take out the cunt from the Countryside Alliance
With Ted Moult's blunderbuss