Country House

City dweller, successful fella
Thought to himself, oops I've got a lot of money
Caught in a rat race terminally
I'm a professional cynic but my heart's not in it
I'm paying the price of living life at the legal limit
Caught in the century's anxiety
She preys on him, he's getting thin
He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
Watching nothing, it repeats, and the food he eats in the country
He takes all manner of pills, and
Piles up analyst bills in the country
Oh, it's like an animal farm, but there's a rural charm in the country
He's got morning glory, life's a different story
Everything's going Jackanory
Tied with his own mortality
He's reading Balzac, knocking back Prozac
It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland
Oh, it's the century's remedy
For the faint at heart, a new start
He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
He's got a lump in his chest, so he needs a lot of rest in the country
He doesn't drink, smoke, laugh, takes herbal baths in the country
Oh, it's like an animal farm, but you come to no harm in the country
In the country
In the country
In the country
Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why
Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why
Now he lives in a house, a very big house in the country
Watching nothing, it repeats, and the food he eats in the country
He takes all manner of pills, and
Piles up analyst bills in the country
It's like an animal farm, but there's a rural charm in the country
He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
He's got a lump in his chest, so he needs a lot of rest in the country
He doesn't drink, smoke, laugh, takes herbal baths in the country
Oh, it's like an animal farm, but you come to no harm in the country