Do They Mean Us? - Skyclad

Dance 'round the maypole, rappers and mummers

Stepping in and out of time

Cockneys, Brummies, Tykes and Geordies

Players in this pantomime

From Notting Hill to Tyneside Mela

Marching ghosts of colliery bands

Farmers, markets, high-tech sweatshops

Such a green and pleasant land

In an English country garden

«Clearing the land… ex-urban man»

Puddings made with bread and butter

The lash of the whip and rhyming slang

Speakers corner, Miners' Welfare

Images all juxtaposed

With this patchwork panorama

You have to laugh: «Do they mean us?»

Lager louts and laddish culture

St George’s cross upon your pate

John Bull on Beau Brummel’s waistcoat

Knuckles tattooed «Love and Hate»

Schizophrenic, new age, new man

Bite your lip, don’t make a fuss

The malaise of this English patient

You have to ask: «Do they mean us?»

«Oop north» where they bathe in gravy

Saris seen on cobbled streets

Down south it’s a top coat warmer

«Kiss me quick» on Margate beech

English blood runs mild and bitter

Adam’s ale or council pop

Refugees, asylum seekers

Multi-racial melting pot

Such inherent contradictions

A crisis of identity

Are the smiles all disingenuous?

Quote English eccentricity

From Land’s End up to Kielder Water

All make-believe and just-suppose

Given the whole «Sink and Puddle»

In the end: «Do they mean us?»