XMP

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 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 centuries anxiety.
It preys on him, he's getting thin.

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 lot's of rural charm in the country.

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 centuries remedy.
For the faint at heart, a new start.

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.
Says she's come to no harm on an animal farm 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.

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 lot's of rural charm in the country.