Synchronicity II - Live From River Plate Stadium, Buenos Aires

Yeaaahhhhh
Yeaahhhhhh
Yeaaahhhhh
Yeaaahhhhh

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
And we know all her suicides are fake

Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much more that he can take

Many mile away
Something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark
Scottish lake
(Woah!)

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
(Woah!)
The secretaries pout and preen like
Cheap tarts in 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
(Woah!)

Many mile away
Something crawls to the surface
Of a dark Scottish lake

Yeaaahhhhh
Yeaahhhhhh
Yeaaahhhhh
Yeaaahhhhh

Yeaaahhhhh
Yeaahhhhhh
Yeaaahhhhh
Yeaaahhhhh

Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race
Oh daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows there's something somewhere has to break

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

Many mile away
There's a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the shore
Of the dark Scottish lake

Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Ooooooohhh