Country house

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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