I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Blow back derelict wind lay my soul (In the foul of the air) Blow back derelict
get respect If you was a captain or a cadet Granddaddy, daddy, or uncle who's a Vietnam vet I'll battle you 50 deep Solo artist shocker dead beat Derelicts
And if you get this then get the fuck up You can't remember why you can't live and you're too late too Fuck it up, derelict Now suck it up and deal
Sorry, why should I be sorry I'm not sorry Just because you think I'm wrong Sorry, doesn't mean I'm fucking wrong Sorry for nothing There's always something
It's within reach Just a few more steps and I'll be free as a bird Everything's moving on the edge It takes a little and hopes vanish away Im at the threshold
Oh, I slept in a derelict And I ate off the floor I was wrapped in a blanket As a knock came on the door You can get out of here Said a man in a raincoat
Someone died for looking too far While I was asleep in my house A child was killed, I heard it from a friend A war raged in a distant land Cost me to
decay (Chorus:) I live in hell There's no other words for this place I cannot tell What turned my life into this maze ? I'm left alone On the whole A derelict
becoming as lie carnality as disease is denied i am the one, the fallen angel, the gun i am the end : the derelict forsaken the light at the end of
[Bonus track] Someone died for looking too far While I was asleep in my house A child was killed, I heard it from a friend A war raged in a distant land
away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the policeman Blow back derelict when Lay my soul in the foul of the air Blow back derelict
Fifteen men on the dead man's chest Drink and the devil had done for the rest. The mate was fixed with the bosun's pike and the bosun brained with a marlin
of things, observed in my sockets In ten spot I got stacks of LP wax Couderoy slacks, loops and sales tax On the racks but my label is Derelict Spic-n
(Dave Walker) Oh I slept in a derelict And I ate off the floor I was wrapped in a blanket As a knock came on the door You can get out of here Said a
you get this then get the fuck up- before you can't remember why you can't live and you're too late too fuck it up derelict now suck it up and deal
Translation: Fred Astaire. Derelict Theme.
Translation: Beck. Derelict.
