Down from the Country
The Legendary Pink Dots Lyrics

Down from the country, oh he had such plans - about making some money, about living, being a man.
He left his rural home with lofty ambitions of financial success and personal growth.

Packed his belongings in a battered old case.
He packed his modest possessions in a worn suitcase.

Yes that look of fulfillment, well it stretched across his face.
He wore a satisfied expression, pleased with his decision to leave home.

Thought about his new life, maybe he'd find himself a girl; share a flat and a mattress.
He considered finding love and cohabitating with a significant other.

Sure, they'd build that Brave New World.
Together, they would create an idealized world for themselves.

Take a job in an office, start low but proud.
He aimed to start from the bottom at an office job, but with a sense of dignity.

He could work all the hours - hours the clock would allow.
He was willing to put in long hours and work overtime to achieve his goals.

And he'd reach new horizons, put some money away.
By earning a steady income, he hoped to expand his horizons and save for the future.

Buy a house in the suburbs, maybe have a son on the way.
His long-term plan included settling down in the suburbs and starting a family.

Yes, down in the country: schemes and dreams stretch high, no limitations, they train you right.
Growing up in the countryside fostered his ambitious mindset, with endless possibilities and a strong work ethic.

You take the whole world on a whim.
With a sense of empowerment, he felt capable of taking on anything.

Down in the station with his foot on his case, well he met some new friends, said they'd show him round the place.
He encountered some friendly strangers at the train station who offered to give him a tour of the city.

And they bought him a burger, and they showed him the sights.
They treated him to a meal and guided him around the city's landmarks.

And he played Space Invaders.
He enjoyed playing arcade games with his new friends.

Oh he got stoned by the light.
He got high on drugs in the bright city lights.

Then down to the nightclubs, bought him all of his drinks.
They took him to nightclubs and generously paid for his drinks.

And the sweet-smelling ladies, well, they're looking just at him.
At the nightclubs, he attracted attention from seductive women.

Had a glass too many, had nowhere to go.
He drank too much and had no plans for where to go next.

And he tripped on a table, they said: Time we walked you home.
He clumsily fell and his friends decided to escort him back to his place.

And they each took a shoulder, brought a grin to his face.
His friends kindly supported him by each taking one of his shoulders, making him smile.

Gentle limp through the doorway, gently lifted up his case.
They helped him walk through his front door, carrying his suitcase with care.

Short-cut through the alley, stopped a while for a rest.
They took a shortcut through a dark alley and paused to rest briefly.

Fingers rifled his pockets ... but no success.
Suddenly, his friends began searching his pockets for valuables, but found nothing worth stealing.

And they spread his belongings in the dirt and the rain, and of course they found nothing, as he feebly tried to explain.
His friends dumped his possessions on the dirty ground in the rain, and despite his weak attempts to explain, they found nothing of value.

Now down in the country, sort things out with your fists.
Back in the countryside, physical confrontation was the typical method for settling disputes.

And he never had a prayer as the switchblade cut his wrists, his chest, his arms.
Suddenly, he faced a brutal attack from someone wielding a switchblade, injuring his wrists, chest, and arms.

And the neon gods took him, and they showed him the ropes.
The bright lights of the city represented an all-powerful force that claimed his fate.

Now he hops down the alley - a city ghost.
He now roams the city like a lost, wandering spirit.