Country House Songtext / Lyric

(so 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 aprofessional cynic
But my hearts not on it
I'm paying the price of living life at the legal limit
Caught up in the cenuries anxiety

It preys on him
He's getting thin

Now 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 lots of rural charm in the country

Now 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 country remedy

For the faint heart
A new start

Now he lives in a house a very big house in the country
He's got a frog 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
Oh, it's like an animal farm lots of rural charm in the country

Blow, blow me out I am so sad I don't know why