Tono: A
A
C#m7
D
D#
Another suburban family morning.
A
C#m7
D
D#
Grandmother screaming at the wall.
A
C#m7
D
D#
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies
A
C#m7
D
D#
We can't hear anything at all.
A
Bm7(11)
B7(11) Bm7(11)
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration,
A
Bm7(11)
B7(11) Bm7(11)
But we know all her suicides are fake.
F/A
Dm6
F/A
Dm6
Daddy only stares into the distance
F/A
Dm6
E
There's only so much more that he can take.
E4
F7
G6
F7
Many miles away something crawls from the slime
E
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake.
A
C#m7
D
D#
Another industrial ugly morning
A
C#m7
D
D#
The factory belches filth into the sky.
A
C#m7
D
D#
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today,
A
C#m7
D
D2
He doesn't think to wonder why.
A
Bm7(11)
B7(11) Bm7(11)
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,
A
Bm7(11)
B7(11) Bm7(11)
But all he ever thinks to do is watch.
F/A
Dm6
F/A
Dm6
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
F/A
Dm6
E
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch.
E4
F7
G6
F7
Many miles away something crawls to the surface
E
Of a dark Scottish lake.
"Yeee-ooo-ooo"
A
C#m7
D
D#
Another working day has ended.
A
C#m7
D
D#
Only the rush hour hell to face.
A
C#m7
D
D#
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes.
A
C#m7
D
D2
Contestants in a suicidal race.
F/A
Dm6
F/A
Dm6
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance,
F/A
Dm6
E
He knows that something somewhere has to break.
Dm7
Dm6
Dm7
Dm6
He sees the family home now looming in the headlights,
Dm7
Dm6
D
E
D
E
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache.
E4
F7
G6
F7
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door
E
Of a cottage on the shore
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