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

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 his 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
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away

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