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 margarine 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
What's 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.