F#mx19 F#5 D5 A5 A5 G5 A5 Another suburban family morning A5 G5 A5 Grandmother screaming at the wall A5 G5 A5 We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies A5 G5 A5 We can't hear anything at all A5 D5 B5 D5 Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration A5 D5 B5 D5 But we know all her suicides are fake D5 Daddy only stares into the distance D5 E5 D5 E5 There's only so much more that he can take E5 F5 Many miles away G5 D5 Something crawls from the slime E5 E5 E5 D5 A5 At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake Another industrial ugly morning The factory belches filth into the sky He walks unhindered through the picket lines today He doesn't think to wonder why The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street But all he ever thinks to do is watch And every single meeting with his so-called superior Is a humiliating kick in the crotch Many miles away Something crawls to the surface Of a dark Scottish lake F#5 x15 F#5 D5 A5 Another working day has ended Only the rush hour hell to face Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes Contestants in a suicidal race Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance He knows that something somewhere has to break He sees the family home now looming in the headlights The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache Many miles away There's a shadow on the door Of a cottage on the shore Of a dark Scottish lake Many miles away, many miles away