Swingin' Utters — Derailer lyrics

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