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