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Another suburban family morning
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Grandmother screaming at the wall
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We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies
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We can't hear anything at all
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Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
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But we know all her suicides are fake
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Daddy only stares into the distance
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There's only so much more that he can take
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Many miles away
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Something crawls from the slime
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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

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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