Fall - The English Scheme Lyrics
Oer grassy dale, and lowland sceneCome see, come hear, the english scheme.The lower-class, want brass, bad chests, scrounge fags.The clever ones tend to emigrateLike your psychotic big brother, who left homeFor jobs in holland, munich, romeHes thick but he struck it rich, switchThe commune crap, camp bop, middle-class, flip-flopGuess thats why they end up in bandsHes the green piece in us allHes the creep-creep in us allCondescends to black menVery nice to themThey talk of chile while driving through haslingdonYou got sixty hour weeks, and stone stone toilet back-gardensPeter cooks jokes, bad dope, check shirts, lousy groupsPoint their fingers at americaDown pokey quaint streets in cambridgeCycles our distant spastic heritageIts a gay red, roundhead, army career, grim headIf we was smart wed emigrate