And so the the story begins
City dweller, successful fella
Thought to himself oops Ive got a lot of money
Im caught in a rat race terminally
Im a professional cynic but my hearts not in it
Im paying the price of living life at the limit
Caught up in the centuries anxiety
It preys on him, hes getting thin
He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
Watching afternoon repeats and the food he eats in the country
He takes all manner of pills and piles up analyst bills in the country
Its like an animal farm lots of rural charm in the country
Hes got morning glory, lifes a different story
Everything going jackanory, in touch with his own mortality
Hes reading balzac, knocking back prozac
Its a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland
Oh its the centuries remedy
For the faint at heart, a new start
He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
Hes got a fog in his chest so he needs a lot of rest in the country
He doesnt drink smoke laugh, takes herbal baths in the country
Says shes come to no harm on an animal farm in the country
In the country, in the country
Blow, blow me out I am so sad, I dont know why
Blow, blow me out I am so sad, I dont know why
He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
Watching afternoon repeats and the food he eats in the country
He takes all manner of pills and piles up analyst bills in the country
Oh, its like an animal farm lots of rural charm in the country
He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
Hes got a fog in his chest so he needs a lot of rest in the country
He doesnt drink smoke laugh, takes herbal baths in the country
And shes come to no harm on an animal farm in the country
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