Blur Lyrics

Album: Best of Blur

Country House Lyrics

And so the 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 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

 

 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

 And she's come to no harm on an animal farm in the country