possibly the quickest thing I have wrote ever.
 

seriously. about 5 mins.



He found the transition unnerving
The likely lad was swerving
He avoided the friction
said he was quitting
started a new life in the country

CHORUS
Fever... he's got city fever...
Y'knew someday he would leave y'
and put behind all the deceivers
where's his blanket to fall in?
where's his blanket to fall in?
past the dry cleaners and behind the loony bin

He reeks of Homme Sport
got a bad report
his parents pointed their fingers in shame
He cried with his thumb in his can
cutting up his hand
"I'll never try this again"

CHORUS
Fever... he's got city fever...
Y'knew someday he would leave y'
and put behind all the deceivers
where's his blanket to fall in?
where's his blanket to fall in?
past the dry cleaners and behind the loony bin

Where's the brown?
It's all gone to your head
Eyes of sleep and shoes of lead
They're gonna make your world full circle
He's tired of the simple life
tired of the working life
starting a new life in the country

CHORUS
Fever... he's got city fever...
Y'knew someday he would leave y'
and put behind all the deceivers
where's his blanket to fall in?
where's his blanket to fall in?
past the dry cleaners and behind the loony bin

I like the chorus.
The verses seem a bit chaotic, and it doesn't really seem to fit together. On the other hand, that might fit the topic...

I like it, though it seems a bit awkard in points and all around it seems pretty rough.