Letra
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Intro:
Another suburban family morning, grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies, we can t hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There s only so much more that he can take
Many miles away, something crawls from the slime, 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 loch
Solo:
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