Saturday Morning Breakfast Show — Oceansize

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