Black Sabbath - Trashed Lyrics
It really was a meetingThe bottle took a beatingThe ladies of the manorWatched me climb into my car and I wasGoing down the track about a hundred and fiveThey had the stopwatch rollingI had the headlights blazing I was really aliveAnd yet my mind was blowingI drank a bottle of tequila and I felt real goodBut on the twenty-fifth lap at the canal turnI went off exploringI knew I wouldnt make it the car just wouldnt make itI was turning the tires burningThe ground was in my skyI was laughing the ***** was trashedAnd death was in my eyeI had started pretty good and I was feeling my wayI had the wheels in motionThere was peter and the greenfly laughing like drainsInebriationThe crowd was roaring I was at brands hatchIn my imaginationBut at the canal turn I hit an oily patchInebriationOoh mr. miracle, you saved me from some painI thank you mr. miracle, I wont get trashed againOoh, can you hear my liesDont you bother with this fool just laugh into my eyesSo we went back to the bar and hit the bottle againBut there was no tequilaThen we started on the whiskey just to steady our brainscause there was no tequilaAnd as we drank a little faster at the top of our hillWe began to rollAnd as we got trashed we were laughing stillOh bless my soul
