Trashed

It really was a meeting

The bottle took a beating

The ladies of the manor

Watched me climb into my car and I was

Going down the track about a hundred and five

They had the stopwatch rolling

I had the headlights blazing I was really alive

And yet my mind was blowing

I drank a bottle of tequila and I felt real good

I had the tape deck roaring

But on the twenty-fifth lap at the canal turn

I went off exploring

I knew I wouldn't make it the car just wouldn't make it

I was turning the tires burning

The ground was in my sky

I was laughing the bitch was trashed

And death was in my eye

I had started pretty good and I was feeling my way

I had the wheels in motion

There was Peter and the Greenfly laughing like drains

Inebriation

The crowd was roaring I was at Brands Hatch

In my imagination

But at the canal turn I hit an oily patch

Inebriation

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Ooh Mr. Miracle, you saved me from some pain

I thank you Mr. Miracle, I won't get trashed again

Ooh, can you hear my lies

Don't you bother with this fool just laugh into my eyes

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So we went back to the bar and hit the bottle again

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But there was no tequila

Then we started on the whiskey just to steady our brains

'Cause there was no tequila

And as we drank a little faster at the top of our hill

We began to roll

And as we got trashed we were laughing still

Oh bless my soul