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 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, [- From :http://www.elyrics.net/read/w/wombats-lyrics/derail-and-crash-lyrics.html -] 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.