Country House

Country House Lyrics(And so the story begins)City dweller, successful fellaThought to himselfOops I've got a lot of moneyI'm caught in a rat race terminallyI'm a professional cynicBut my heart's not in itI'm paying the price of living life at the limitCaught up in the century's anxietyIt preys on him, he's getting thin

Now he lives in a house, a very big house in the countryWatching afternoon repeatsAnd the food he eats in the countryHe takes all manner of pillsAnd piles up analyst bills in the countryIt's like an animal farm,Lots of rural charm in the country

Now he's got morning glory, and life's a different storyEverything going JackanoryIn touch with his own mortalityHe's reading Balzac, knocking back Prozac,It's a helping handThat makes you feel wonderfully blandOh, it's the century's remedy for the faint at heart,A new start

He lives in a house, a very big house in the countryHe's got a fog in his chestSo he needs a lot of rest in the countryHe doesn't drink smoke laughHe takes herbal baths in the countryOh, it's like an animal farmBut you'll come to no harm in the country

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

Songwriters: Albarn, Damon / Coxon, Graham / James, Steven Alexander / Rowntree, DavidCountry House lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.