Sunless Saturday

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, sunless Saturday
 Sunless Saturday, yeah