Intro F#4 F#m x 4 G D

A Another su-A/C# burban family mor-G ning D G D
A Grandmother A/C# screaming at the G wall D G D
A We have to A/C# shout
above the G din of our Rice D Cris-G pies D
A We can’t hear A/C# anything at G all D G D

A Mother chants her A4 litany
of A5- boredom and frus-A4 tration
But A we know all her A4 suicides are A5- fake A4

Dm7 Daddy only Dm6 stares
into the Dm7 distance Dm6
There’s Dm7 only so much Dm6 more
that he can D/E take E D/E E

A2 Many miles a-F way
Something G crawls from the F6 slime
At the E bottom of a dark F
Scottish E lake G D

A Another in-A/C# dustrial ugly G morning D G D
The A factory belches A/C# filth into the G sky D G D
A He walks un-A/C# hindered
through the G picket lines D to-G day D
A He doesn’t A/C# think to wonder G why D G D

The A secretaries A4 pout and preen like
A5- cheap tarts in a A4 red light street
But A all he ever A4 thinks to do is A5- watch A4

And Dm7 every single Dm6 meeting with his
so-Dm7 called superior Dm6
Is an hu-Dm7 miliating kick in the Dm6 crotch D/E E D/E E

A2 Many miles a-F way
Something G crawls to the F6 surface
Of a E dark Scottish loch F E

Inter F#4 F#m x 2

A Another A/C# working day has G ended D G D
A Only the A/C# rush hour hell to G face D G D
A Packed like A/C# lemmings
into G shiny me-D tal G boxes D
Con-A testants in a A/C# suicidal G race D G D

A Daddy grips the A4 wheel and stares
a-A5- lone into the A4 distance
He A knows that something A4 somewhere
has to A5- break A4

He Dm7 sees the family Dm6 home now
Dm7 looming in the Dm6 headlights
The Dm7 pain upstairs that Dm6 makes his eyeballs ache

Inter D/E E D/E E x 2

A2 Many miles a-F way
There’s a G shadow on the F6 door
Of a E cottage on the shore F
Of a G dark F Scottish E lake F G F
E F G
F Many miles a-E way F G
F Many miles a-E way F G …