Lletres: The Police. Synchronicity Ii.

Another suburban family morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our rice crispies
Can't hear anything at all

Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we all know her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much more 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 on a red-light street
But all he ever thinks to do is watch
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

Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny little boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race

Daddy grips the wheel and stares into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now looming in his headlights
The pain upstairs 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

Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away

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Many miles away
Many miles away