Another suburban family morning. Grandmother screaming at the wall.
We have to shout above the 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
Daddy only stares into the distance There's only so much more he can take. Many miles away something crawls from the slime At the bottom of a dark Scottish
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 preen like cheap tarts in a red light street, But all he ever thinks to do is 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 Scottish lake.
Another working day has ended. Only the rush hour hell to face. Packed 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 a shadow on the door Of a cottage the shore Of a dark Scottish lake...............