Re: REQ:Country house-blur

Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2003 09:20:06 +1000
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Country House
And so the story begins...
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 paying the price of living life at the limit
Caught in the century's anxiety
Yes it preys on him
He's getting thin
Tricycle 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 jackanorry
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 child)
Oh, it's the century's remedy
For the faint at heart
A new start
(Tricycle 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
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
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
Yes you'll come to no harm on the animal farm in the country
I wanna be, I wanna be (in the country)