BLUR - Country House lyrics

rate me

(so the story begins)<br>City dweller<br>Successful fella<br>Thought to himself:<br>'oops, I've got a lot of money<br>Caught in a rat race<br>Terminally<br>I'm a professional cynic<br>But my heart's not in it<br>I'm paying the price of living life at the limit<br>Caught up in the century's anxiety'<br><br>Yes, it preys on him<br>He's getting thin<br>(try the simple life)<br><br>He lives in a house<br>A very big house<br>In the country<br>Watching afternoon repeats<br>And the food he eats<br>In the country<br>He takes all manner of pills<br>And piles up analyst bills<br>In the country<br>Oh, it's like an animal farm<br>That's the rural charm<br>In the country<br><br>He's got morning glory and life's a different story<br>Everything's going jackanory<br>Touched with his own mortality<br>He's reading balzac, knocking back prozac<br>It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland<br>Oh, it's a century's remedy<br>For the faint at heart<br>A new start<br>(try the simple life)<br><br>He lives in a house<br>A very big house<br>In the country<br>He's got a fog in his chest<br>So he needs a lot of rest<br>In the country<br>He doesn't drink, smoke, laugh<br>Takes herbal baths<br>In the country<br>You should come to no harm<br>On the animal farm<br>In the country<br><br>(blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why)