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
