The First Rule of Breakfast Club

I don't want to talk to you no more

Teary on the telephone

I'm waiting at your door

And you can't stand to sleep in here no more The fan is on the fritz again

The clothes are on the floor

Seams begin to burst

Cruel poetic curse

We colour in the lines

And then we know that it's the first

Rule of breakfast club Something I could break Quiet on the other end you say

I don't want to talk to you no more

Spent hours on the telephone

And waiting at your door.

If you can't stand to sleep in here no more

The neighbours playing trance again

The hour 24

I don't want the colour on the television

Last night I thought I'd turn it off

Sky 'a buzzing

Channel static

Lack of vision

Everyone wants to turn you on

So turn the other key

1993

The promise of a restful sleep and sexy Brad Pitt dreams.

Get the Kojak park right outside my heart

The film begins to end and then you start

And I don't want to talk to you no more

The man is on the moon again

There's nothing to explore

And you can't stand to sleep in here no more The blinds they are drawn on again

The sun begins to pour

I don't want the

Colour on the television

Last night I thought I'd turn it off

Sky 'a buzzing

Channel static

Lack of vision

Everyone wants to turn you on

Everyone wants to turn you on