Blur - Country House Lyrics
(so the story begins)City dwellerSuccessful fellaThought to himself:oops, Ive got a lot of moneyCaught in a rat raceTerminallyIm a professional cynicBut my hearts not in itIm paying the price of living life at the limitCaught up in the centurys anxietyYes, it preys on himHes getting thin(try the simple life)He lives in a houseA very big houseIn the countryWatching afternoon repeatsAnd the food he eatsIn the countryHe takes all manner of pillsAnd piles up analyst billsIn the countryOh, its like an animal farmThats the rural charmIn the countryHes got morning glory and lifes a different storyEverythings going jackanoryTouched with his own mortalityHes reading balzac, knocking back prozacIts a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully blandOh, its a centurys remedyFor the faint at heartA new start(try the simple life)He lives in a houseA very big houseIn the countryHes got a fog in his chestSo he needs a lot of restIn the countryHe doesnt drink, smoke, laughTakes herbal bathsIn the countryYou should come to no harmOn the animal farmIn the country(blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I dont know why)
