Morning bright, risenGo over your linesnIron your carefully crafted disguisenWe'd all like to singnIt's easy to sighnTo sprinkle a handful of plausible liesnnOur buildings will risenPoke out our own eyesnPublicly smile and privately frownnA weeping reprisenPlease hear my criesnI'd like to pull just this one building downnnSo turn off the skynHead in my handsnLight keep me warm, white windowsillnBlinded by heartnCut my hair shortnEyeless in Gaza with the slaves at the mill