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 Another  family morning.
  screaming at the wall.
 
  have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies
 We  hear anything at all.
  chants her litany of boredom and frustration,
  we know all her suicides are fake.
 
 Daddy only stares into  distance
 There's only so  more that he can take.
 Many miles  something crawls from the slime
 At the bottom of a  Scottish lake.
 
 Another industrial ugly 
 The  belches filth into the sky.
 He  unhindered through the picket lines today,
 He doesn't think  wonder why.
 The secretaries pout and preen like cheap  in a red light street,
 But all he  thinks to do is watch.
 And every single meeting with his so-called 
 Is a humiliating kick in the 
 Many miles away something crawls  the surface
 Of a dark  lake.
 
 Another working day has 
 Only the rush  hell to face.
 Packed like lemmings into shiny metal 
 Contestants in a  race.
 Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the 
 He knows that something  has to break.
 He sees the  home now looming in the headlights,
 the pain upstairs  makes his eyeballs ache.
 Many miles away there's  shadow on the door
 Of a cottage on the 
  a dark Scottish lake...............