The morning news is wet from the rain
Letters are blurred down the page
Morning news filled my head, it said, "Business is fine"
War and business make the man
He stole the sky in the Indian land
His wife helped him for the free
Cooking and cleaning, silently
Mountains so high
Freedom sang how you shall end to the critical life
Of the corporate design
Mountains so high, page three is crazy
With your authorities, near or far love is on
Two worlds spin in time one around you and one inside
And the morning news is wet from the rain
Letters are blurred down the page
The TV set may numb your brain