The News now clings to us like superglue

What is it lowers our spirits,makes us blue
When it’s dark and wet and damp as moss
Even when we’re mobile,wealthy too

On the News they mention epic flu
People dying, what is it we’ve lost?
What is it lowers our spirits,makes us blue

The News now clings to us like superglue
There are no beds for  patients but the frost
Even when we’re mobile,wealthy too

Is it meaning that we don’t pursue
Boring work makes   hearts feel  lonely,lost
What is it lowers our spirits,makes us blue

Is there no compassion and no clue?
One day to the scrap heap we’ll be tossed
Even when we’re mobile,wealthy too

Fragile in the company of ghosts
We can’t cook the usual Sunday roast
What is it lowers our spirits,makes us blue
Even when we’re housed and wealthy too?