Country House - Blur

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 payin' the price of livin' life at the limit

Caught up in the century's anxiety

Yes, it preys on him

He's gettin' thin, try the simple life

He lives in a house

A very big house in the country

Watchin' 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, it's like an animal farm

That's the rural charm in the country

He's got morning glory and life's a different story

Everything's going jackanory

Touched with his own mortality

He's reading Balzac, knocking back Prozac

It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully blind

Oh, it's a century's remedy

For the faint at heart

A new start, try the simple life

He lives in a house

A very big house in the country

He's got a fog 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

You should come to no harm

On the animal farm 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

Oh he lives in a house

A very big house in the country

Watchin' 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, it's like an animal farm

That's the rural charm in the country

Oh he lives in a house

A very big house in the country

He's got a fog 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

You should come to no harm

On the animal farm in the country