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The Police, Synchronicity II
Another suburban family morning Grandmother's screaming at the walls We have to shout above the din of our Rice Krispies 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 skies 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. 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 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 On a cottage on the shore of a dark Scottish lake ---- Kinda cool for a song about a guy that comes home and kills his family, I thought. |
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