Another suburban family morning. 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 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 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 He walks unhindered through the picket lines today, He doesn't think to 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 the crotch. Many miles away something crawls to the surface Of dark Scottish lake.
Another working day has ended. Only the rush hour hell to face. like lemmings into shiny metal boxes. Contestants in a suicidal race. Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the 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 shadow on the door Of a cottage on the shore Of a dark Scottish lake...............