Derailer lyrics

Song information

Artist: Swingin' Utters
Album: Juvenile Product Of The Working Class

Lyrics

I'm flying off the handle again, I tried to keep in touch but my grip had loosened. the saints need a second look. I'm at the boreal banquet keeping warm boozin'. derailed - I need help. god save the queen I fucked up the ant trail. derailed - I've been nailed. keep falling off the cross the crucifixion failed. I'm stepping all over my friends. I tried to dodge the bullet but I'm a needy person. I need to get back on track. the pub's stoop pill pusher gave me pills to stop pushin'. derailed - I need ale. to numb the pain and relax in hell. derailed - I wanna kill. at the embarcadero on the third rail. derailer is my friend. then again, I am him. derailer died for our sins, or was it just another drinking binge. I'm in a different kind of tension. not to be discussed by professional theory. it's been going on for quite some time. derailer gets by there's no need to worry. (bonnel/wickersham)

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