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