Mr. Saturday

I make a howling sound Heading for the dancefloor But my feet don't touch the ground The room turns upside down I had a Joker's Tea Then I had another And some Infected Whitehead shot's And a couple of Smoker's Cough There's no better way to say This world won't go further There's no better way to say This world's going down I'm on a diving board With the ladder set on fire There's no water in the pool The floor is just broken glass I can't feel my tongue My knees are bending backwards Once again I've crossed the line Mr. Saturday's going blind There's no better way to say This world won't go further There's no better way to say This world's going down And I'm going down Mr Saturday's going down There's no better way to say This world won't go further There's no better way to say This world's going down There's no better way to say This world won't go further There's no better way to say This world's going down And I'm going down