Under the Tunisian Sky Video (MV)

Under the Tunisian sky
Bouazizi burned inside
His soul rotted in the sunshine
Like the fruit he sold to survive

Indebted to the grocery
No money to pay off the police
Stripped of all, beaten and disgraced
They leave him with nothing but rage

The governor won't hear his complaint
Yet another slap to the face
The last vestige of his pride
But turned away for the last time

All hope lost, he took to the street
And soaked himself in gasoline
His last words uttered before the screams
"How do you expect me to make a living?"

Under the Tunisian sky
Bouazizi burned alive
And as he lay and die
His fire spread worldwide