Aaah aaah ooooh
Aaah aaah ooooh
Aaah aaah ooooh
Aaah aaah ooooh
Another suburban
family morning
Grandmother screaming
at the wall
We have to shout
above the din of
our Rice Krispies
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 the 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 sultry tarts
on 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 dark
Scottish loch
Another working day
has ended
Only the rush hour
hell to face
Packed like lemmings
into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in
the 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....