Another suburban family morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
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
It's a tuned Impreza.
Another working day has endedOnly the rush hour hell to facePacked like lemmingsInto shiny metal boxesContestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheelAnd stares alone into the distanceHe knows that somethingSomewhere has to break
It'll probably be the gearbox
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