Lyrics Derailer - Swingin Utters

Derailer

I’m flyin' 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 keepin' 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 help
God save the Queen, I fucked up the ant trail
Derailed
I’ve been nailed
Keep falling off the cross, the crucifixion failed
Derailed
I need ale
To numb the pain and relax in hell
Derailed
I wanna kill
At the Embarcadero on the third rail
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 and there’s no need to worry