G
(So the story begins)
A E
City dweller, successful fella
Bm
Thought to himself
Oops I've gotta a lot of money
D Db
I'm caught in a rat race terminally
A E
I'm a professional cynic but my heart's not in it
Bm
I'm paying the price of living life at the limit
D Db
Caught up in the centuries anxiety
E
It preys on him, he's getting thin
A
Now he live's in a house, very big house in the country
D A
Watching afternoons repeat, and the food he eats in the country
E7 Eb
He takes all maner of pills, and piles up analyst bills in the country
D A Ab
It's like an animal farm, that's so rural charm in the country
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