Ohh, Ohh, Ohh Ohh, Ohh, Ohh Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh 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 A 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 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 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
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 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 Many Miles Away