Из альбома: Three Cheers for the Newlydeads
We were lovers for some time
We went separate ways that's fine
But I can't sit idly by
I've seen you hand in hand with him
Derrick is a man of whim
He will surely see you cry
I don't want to come between
I don't want to ruin your love
But Derrick is a strange machine
I don't want to be obscene
I don't want to tell what he's done
But Derrick is a loaded gun
He can be so very cruel
He has but a single rule
A cold and heartless point of view
You should have a better care
And put an end to this affair
Derrick's always been bad news
I don't want to come between
I don't want to ruin your love
But Derrick is a strange machine
I don't want to be obscene
I don't want to tell what he's done
But Derrick is a loaded gun