Move To The Country

We're gonna move to the country

With a half-a-dozen lovers

I'm gonna move to the country

Aw honey squeeze on over

We'll leave behind the city and with it our doubts

When we get to where we're going we'll hoot and shout

And we'll turn each other upside down

And shake the concrete out

We'll be totally independent, we'll be off the grid

'cept for the solar power we'll sell back to the Feds

And we'll make some half way decent art

Between the gardening and the sex

When we move to the country....

We'll find the hundredth monkey and our ideas will spread

Even born again Fundie's will find sense in their heads

And we'll have Woodstock every weekend

And invite the Grateful Dead

We'll barter for the tools and the extras we need

Let the virtual economy go to seed

'Til some genius at the FBI discovers that

Pot is just a weed...

And he moves to the country....

Every note we sing in harmony will be in tune

We'll plant organic gardens in the nude

And we'll trade away our given names

For ones like "Ravenchilde" and "Moon"

Everybody on the planet will make peace with their past

Every man, woman child - one at last

And we'll set fire to the mortgages

When the major banks collapse!

And we'll move to the country....