The Fall - English Scheme lyrics
[The Fall - English Scheme lyrics]
O'er grassy dale, and lowland scene
Come see, come hear, the English Scheme
The lower-class, want brass, bad chests
Scrounge fags
The clever ones tend to emigrate
Like your psychotic big brother
Who left home
For jobs in Holland, Munich, Rome
He's thick but he struck it rich, switch!
The commune crap, camp bop, middle-class
Flip-flop
Guess that's why they end up in bands
He's the freak creep in us all
He's the freak creep in us all
Condescends to black men very nice to them
They talk of Chile while
Driving through Haslingden
You got sixty hour weeks
And stone toilet back gardens
Peter Cook's jokes, bad dope, check shirts
Fancy groups point their fingers at America
Down pokey quaint streets in Cambridge
Cycle our distant spastic heritage
It's a gay red, roundhead, army career
Bread head if we were smart we'd emigrate
Come see, come hear, the English Scheme
The lower-class, want brass, bad chests
Scrounge fags
The clever ones tend to emigrate
Like your psychotic big brother
Who left home
For jobs in Holland, Munich, Rome
He's thick but he struck it rich, switch!
The commune crap, camp bop, middle-class
Flip-flop
Guess that's why they end up in bands
He's the freak creep in us all
He's the freak creep in us all
Condescends to black men very nice to them
They talk of Chile while
Driving through Haslingden
You got sixty hour weeks
And stone toilet back gardens
Peter Cook's jokes, bad dope, check shirts
Fancy groups point their fingers at America
Down pokey quaint streets in Cambridge
Cycle our distant spastic heritage
It's a gay red, roundhead, army career
Bread head if we were smart we'd emigrate