Synchronicity II - Remastered 2003

Another suburban family morning
 Grandmother screaming at the wall
 We have to shout above 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 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
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 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
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