Song | English Scheme |
Artist | The Fall |
Album | Grotesque (After the Gramme) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Riley, Scanlon, 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 haslingdon | |
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 |
zuo ci : Riley, Scanlon, Smith | |
O' er grassy dale, and lowland scene | |
Come see, come hear, the english scheme. | |
The lowerclass, 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, middleclass, flipflop | |
Guess that' s why they end up in bands | |
He' s the green piece in us all | |
He' s the creepcreep 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 backgardens | |
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 |
zuò cí : Riley, Scanlon, Smith | |
O' er grassy dale, and lowland scene | |
Come see, come hear, the english scheme. | |
The lowerclass, 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, middleclass, flipflop | |
Guess that' s why they end up in bands | |
He' s the green piece in us all | |
He' s the creepcreep 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 backgardens | |
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 |