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Country House Lyrics - Artist : Blur
So the story begins
City dweller, successful fella Thought to himself, "Oops, I've got a lot of money" (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 limit (To the limit) Caught up in the century's anxiety Yes, it preys on him (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 That's the 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 and knocking back Prozac It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland (Close your eyes, try it) Oh, it's a century's remedy For the faint at heart (Faint at heart) A new start (New start) Try the simple life He lives in a house A very big house in the country (Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why) 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 (Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why) 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 (Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why) 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 (Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why) 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 (Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why) 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 (Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why) But you'll come to no harm On the animal farm in the country Who's that? La-la I wanna be, I wanna be |
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