And so the the story begins

City dweller, successful fella


Thought to himself oops I've got a lot of money


I'm 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 limit


Caught up in the centuries anxiety


It preys on him, he's 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


It's like an animal farm lot's [bad word] charm in the country



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


Everything going jackanory, in touch 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 centuries 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 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


Says [bad word] 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 don't know why


Blow, blow me out I am so sad, I don't 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, it's like an animal farm lot's [bad word] charm in the country



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


And [bad word] to no harm on an animal farm in the country