"English Scheme" as written by and Mark E Smith....
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 Haslingden
You got sixty hour weeks, and stone stone toilet back-gardens
Peter Cook's jokes, bad dope, check shirts, lousy groups
Point their fingers at America
Down pokey quaint streets in Cambridge
Cycles our distant spastic heritage
Its a gay red, roundhead, army career, grim head
If we was smart we'd emigrate


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"English Scheme" as written by Mark E Smith

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    General CommentI love the fact that this could be a perfect pop song if the lyrics were less witty and Mark E. Smith didn't have such a wonderfully anti-pop vocal style and general disposition
    Shadowmelodyon April 06, 2006   Link
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    General CommentSounds like his general hatred for Britain and nothing more.
    Anilandon July 19, 2010   Link
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    General CommentI've always enjoyed the idea of a gay red army career. Promotion unlikely then eh :-D
    AidanTurneron May 02, 2015   Link

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