Artist | Fishbone |
Song | Sunless Saturday |
Director | Spike Lee |
Intro | No |
Outro | No |
Sound Mix | Stereo |
Technical Specifications | colour - format unknown |
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 clouds have hidden all the warmth inside Chase these clouds away I hate this sunless Saturday ... |