Lyrics Derail and Crash - The Wombats

Derail and Crash

I met you four months last Sunday
My, oh my, what a happy, clappy fun day
We started our first jobs in catering
Had no idea of the pain this cheap pay could bring
Now that your tickle has become a scratch
This ghost train will derail and crash
Like Blackpool’s Pepsi Max
We will derail and crash
Derail and crash!
You moved my wardrobe out the front door
A slight indication of what I’ve come home, what I’m in for
You were watching Tarantino loud on widescreen
I catch your eye and the barrel points at me
Looks like your tickle has become a scratch
This ghost train will derail and crash
Like Blackpool’s Pepsi Max
We will derail and crash
Derail and crash!
Derail and crash!
Derail and crash!
Derail and crash!
Derail and crash!