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 wino has
attracted quite a crowd
My breakfast finished
now I brave the outside
but all the clouds have hidden
all the warmth inside
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
Whoa-oh-ohh yeah
Chase these clouds away
I hate this sunless Saturday
Yeah hey-yeah
Yeah hey
Saturday
No more sunless Saturday
Saturday
No more sunless Saturday
Yeah-hey
Yeah
Sunless Saturday
Sunless Saturday yeah