Derail and Crash - The Wombats

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!