Текст (слова) песни «Country House»

So the story begins

City dweller, successful fella
Thought to himself "Oops, I've got a lot of money (I got 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 limit
Caught up in the century's anxiety"

Yes, it preys on him (it preys on him)
He's getting thin (getting thin)
Try the simple life

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, lots of rural charm in the country

He's got morning glory and life's a different story
Everything's going jackanory (jackanory)
Touched with his own mortality
He's reading Balzac, knocking back Prozac
It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland (close your eyes, yeah)
Oh, it's the century's remedy

For the faint at heart (faint at heart)
A brand-new start (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
But you'll 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
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 lots of 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
But you'll come to no harm on the animal farm in the country
La, la, la, la

I wanna be
I wanna be