Another suburban family morning. Grandmother screaming at the wall.
We have to shout 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
Daddy only stares 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 belches filth into the sky. He walks unhindered through the picket lines 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. 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 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 now looming in the headlights, the pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache. Many miles away there's a shadow on the Of a cottage on the shore Of a dark Scottish lake...............