Country House Letra - 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