Country House (Live at Mile End Stadium)

[Spoken]

That looks great

When you all do that, you look like

You look like barley or wheat in the wind

And this next song, uh, is about the country

So if you all do that, it will be, uhm

Be a bit, it'll be a bit special

This is called "Country House"

It's about neurotic popstars and people like that

[Intro]

So the story begins

[Verse 1]

City dweller, successful fella

Thought to himself, "Woops, 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)

I'm caught in the century's anxiety

Yes, it prеys on him (Preys on him)

He's getting thin (Gеtting thin)

[Chorus]

And now he lives in a house

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

[Verse 2]

Now he got morning glory and life's a different story

Everything's going Jackanory (Jackanory)

Touched with his own mortality

He's reading Balzac and knocking back the Prozac

A helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland

(Close your eyes, try it)

Oh, it's a century's remedy

[Pre-Chorus

For the faint at heart (Faint at heart)

A new start (New start)

[Chorus]

And now he lives in a house

Very big house in the country

(Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why)

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

It's like an animal farm

But you'll come to no harm in the country

[Interlude]

In the country

In the country

In the country

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]

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

[Chorus]

He lives in a house

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

Oh-oh, he lives in a house

Very big house in the country

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

It's like an animal farm

But you'll come to no farm in the country

[Outro]

Oh, la-la-la-la

I wanna be, I wanna be

I wanna be in the country

La-la-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la

La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la-la, la-la-la,  la-la-la-la

[Spoken]

Thank you

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