Letra de Derail and Crash
I met you four months last Sunday My, oh my, what a happy, clappy fun day We started off as jobs in catering Had no idea of the pain this cheap pay could bringNow 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 crashYou 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 meLooks 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 crashDerail and crash Derail and crash Derail and crash Derail and crash