Hard Life In The Country

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It's hard to live in the country In the present state of things Your body gets pulled right back You get a terrible urge to drink At three a.m. The stick people recede The locals get up your nose And leather soles stick on cobble stones It's hard to live in the country It has a delicate ring Nymphette new romantics come over the hill It gets a bit depressing Paper local Drunken scandal Publish your address as well Locals surround where you dwell Old ladies confiscate your gate railings For government campaigns Its tough in home country Councils hold the ring D. Bowie look-alikes Permeate car parks Grab the churches while you can Port-a-loos Yellow cabins by methodist doors New Jersey car parks permeated by D. Bowie [sound-alikes] It's good to live in the country You can get down to real thinking Walk around look at geometric tracery Hedgehogs skirt around your leathered soles Fall down drunk on the road It's good to live in the country Look at yourself as a man The valley rings with ice-cream vans It's good to live in the country Leather soles stick on precinct flagstones Small up town Americas like your outskirt town The villagers Are surrounding the house The locals have come for the Jew It's hard to live in the country

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