Derailer - Swingin Utters

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