COUNTRY HOUSE by BLUR from THE GREAT ESCAPE + (So the story begins) City dweller, successful fella Thought to himself Oops I've got alot of money (DbBass) I'm caught in a rat race terminally I'm a prefessional cynic But my hearts not in it I'm paying the price of living life at the legal limit (DbBass) Caught up in the centuries anxiety It preys on him, he's getting thin Now he lives in a house, a very big house in the country Watching afternoon repeats And the food that 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, Lots of rural charm in the country Now he's got morning glory, life's a different story Everything going jackanory (DbBass) In touch with his own mortality He's reading balzac, knocking back prozac, It's a helping hand That makes you feel wonderfully bland (DbBass) 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 Se he needs alot of rest in the country He doesn't drink smoke laugh () He takes herbal baths in the country Oh it's like an animal farm But you'll come to no harm in the country Blow blow me out I am so sad I don't know why