Saturday Morning Breakfast Show

Unfortunate positions 
That I have held 
They pale in to insignificance 
Now that I have experiences 
A Saturday that's cold and black 
Is not the same 

And sulphur black rings around the eyes (ice?) 
All leave black rings around the eyes 

Oh and how I long to be elsewhere 
And start again 
I leave behind all I despise 

All the way 
On Saturday 

You think you cut me down to size 
Who the fuck are you to criticise? 
And I'll set a day to get away 
And start again 
But I, I'm not one for long goodbyes 

All the way 
On Saturday