Synchronicity 2v3

Synchronicity 2 - The Police

Another suburban family morning.

Grandmother screaming at the wall.

We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies

We can't hear anything at all.

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Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration,

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But we know all her suicides are fake.

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Daddy only stares into the distance

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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 sky.

He walks unhindered through the picket lines today,

He doesn't think to wonder why.

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The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,

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But all he ever thinks to do is watch.

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And every single meeting with his so-called superior

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Is a humiliating kick in the crotch.

Many miles away something crawls to the surface

Of a dark Scottish lake.

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Another working day has ended.

Only the rush hour hell to face.

Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes.

Contestants in a suicidal race.

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Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance,

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He knows that something somewhere has to break.

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He sees the family home now looming in the headlights,

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The pain upstairs that 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