Country House - Live

Lyrics for Country House - Live

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