Текст песни The Police - Synchronicity II
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Another suburban morningGrandmother screaming at the wallWe have to shout above the din of our Rice CrispiesWe can`t hear anything at allMother chants her litany of boredom and frustrationBut we know all the suicides are fakeDaddy only stares into the distanceThere`s only so much more that he can takeMany miles away something crawls from the slimeAt the bottom of a dark Scottish lakeAnother industrial ugly morningThe factory belches filth into the skyHe walks unhindered through the picket lines todayHe doesn`t think to wonder whyThe secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts on a red light streetBut all he ever thinks to do is watchAnd every single meeting with his so called superiorIs a humiliating kick in the crotchMany miles away something crawls to the surfaceOf a dark Scottish LochAnother working day has endedOnly the rush-hour hell to facePacked like lemmings into shiny metal boxesContestants in a suicidal raceDaddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distanceHe knows that something somewhere has to breakHe sees the family home now looming in his headlightThe pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs acheMany miles away there`s a shadow on a doorOf a cottage by the shoreOf a dark Scottish lake