2026-01-12_17:12:05

[Intro] (Whoa) (Whoa) [Verse 1] Another suburban factory morning Grandma's screaming at the wall We have to shout above the din of our right-wing space We can't hear anything at all [Chorus] Mother chats obliviously of boredom and frustration But we all know her suicide's our fate They only stare 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 loch [Verse 2] Another industrial, rocking morning The factory belt shifts built into the sky He walks on in through the midday lights today He doesn't think to wonder why [Chorus] The secretary's back to freak like T-Rex, green light screams But all he ever thinks to do is watch Every single meeting with his boss, come off superior Is like a humiliating kick in the crotch! Many miles away, something crawls to the surface Of a dark, Scottish loch [Outro] (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa) (Whoa