Mystic Underground Death Of A Soccer Mom
Sound the alarmA special report
A soccer mom has died today
The evening newsman nearly missed his cues
A soccer mother passed away
Fulfilling her faithful patriotic duty
Picking up her kids from school
With every mile, economy's kept afloat
Driving in her SUV
Trudging through another day of toil
A day in the life of a cog
Into a tractor-trailer, she drove
Into a tractor-trailer, she died
One down but millions to go
The hallmark of modern living
Clogging the motorways
Singing homogenised songs
They need to go...
And they must go now
Two kids pacing
Pacing by the bus stop
Waiting for their mother's arrival
Miles away, the shrieking of the sirens
Your mother, boys, won't come today
Saturdays won't be the same again
Now that there is one van short
The shouts from the stands
The cellphones ringing aloud
Never to be heard again
In the carnage is a life unfinished
Patron saint of servitude
Her days summarised in a soundbite or two
And that was the evening news...
There she lies inside the beast of burden
Victim of the modern world
Tomorrow will come
The roads will clear again
Traffic on the motorway
