G+ (So the story begins)A E City dweller, successful fellaHmi Thought to himself Oops I've got alot of moneyD C# 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 Caught up in the centuries anxietyE It preys on him, he's getting thinA E Now he lives in a house, a very big house in the countryD Watching afternoon repeatsA And the food that he eats in the country He takes all manner of pillsE And piles up analyst bills in the countryD It's like an animal farm,A As Lots of rural charm in the country Now 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 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 countryA E D A Blow blow me out I am so sad I don't know why