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