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Another suburban family morning.
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Grandmother screaming at the wall.
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We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies
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D2
We can't hear anything at all.
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Bm7
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Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration,
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Bm7
B7(11) Bm7
But we know all her suicides are fake.
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Dm6
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Dm6
Daddy only stares into the distance
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Dm6
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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
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D2
Another industrial ugly morning
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D2
The factory belches filth into the sky.
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D2
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today,
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D2
He doesn't think to wonder why.
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Bm7
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The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,
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Bm7
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But all he ever thinks to do is watch.
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Dm6
F/A
Dm6
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
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Dm6
E
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch.
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F7M
G6
F7M
Many miles away something crawls to the surface
E E? E
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F7M
G6
F7M
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door
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C#m7
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Bm7
B7(11)
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Dm6
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