Sunless Saturday Lyrics - The Reality Of My Surroundings - Fishbone

I see the pestilence outside my window 

I see the dung heaps piled at least a mile high 

I see the shards of shattered dreams in the street 

I face the morning with my customary sigh 

I hear the sounds of children laughing aloud 

A stumbling wind has attracted quite a crowd 

My breakfast finished now I brave the outside 

But all the clouds have hidden all the warmth inside 

Chase these clouds away 

I hate this sunless Saturday 

Chase these clouds away 

I hate this sunless Saturday 

Freedom come 

For us now 

Light our sky 

Burn away these clouds, yeah 

Perhaps the charcoal gray and brown around me 

Is just the mirror image of my tainted soul 

I think the sun will never visit my sky 

Until the truth is seen by each and every eye 

Chase these clouds away 

I hate this sunless Saturday 

Freedom come 

For us now 

Light our sky 

Burn away these clouds 

I see the helpless and I see the insane 

I see a pauper singing in the pouring rain 

I see the means of help elude us again 

I think the sun will never visit me again 

Chase these clouds away 

I hate this sunless Saturday 

Saturday, Saturday 

Saturday, no more sunless Saturday 

Saturday, no more sunless Saturday, hey hey 

Yeah, [Incomprehensible] sunless Saturday 

Sunless Saturday, yeah