Move to the Country Songtext
von Gaia Consort

We′re gonna move to the country
With a half-a-dozen lovers
We're gonna move to the country
Aw honey squeeze on over

And 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 hold each other upside down
And we′ll 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
With a half-a-dozen lovers
We′re gonna move to the country
Aw honey squeeze on over


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 fictional economy go to seed
'Til some genius at the FBI discovers that
Pot is just a weed

And he moves to the country
With a half-a-dozen lovers
We′re gonna move to the country
Aw honey squeeze on over

And 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 will one at last
And we'll burn up all the mortgages
When the major banks collapse


And we′ll move to the country
With a half-a-dozen lovers
We're gonna move to the country
Aw honey squeeze on over

We're gonna move to the country
We′re gonna move to the country
We′re gonna move to the country
We're gonna move to the country