English Scheme

English Scheme - The Fall

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 green piece in us all

He's the creep-creep in us all

Condescends to black men

Very nice to them

They talk of Chile while driving through Haslingdon

You got sixty hour weeks

And stone stone toilet back-gardens

Peter Cook's jokes bad d**e

Check shirts lousy groups

Point their fingers at America

Down pokey quaint streets in Cambridge

Cycles our distant spastic heritage

It's a gay red roundhead army career grim head

If we was smart we'd emigrate