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 repetem-se as mesmas cifras para o resto da música.