Trashed Lyrics
The bottle took a beatingThe ladies of the manorWatched me climb into my car andI was going down the track about a hundred and fiveThey had the stop-watch rollingI had the headlights blazing I was really aliveAnd yet my mind was blowingI drank a bottle of tequila and I feel real goodI had the tape deck roaringBut on the twenty-fifth lap at the canal turnI went of exploringI knew I wouldn't make it the car just wouldn't make itI was turning tires burningThe ground was in my skyI was laughing the bitch 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 Green fly laughing like drainsInebriationThe crowd was roaring I was at Brands HatchIn my imaginationBut at the canal turn I hit an only patchInebriationOoh Mr. Miracle you saved me from some painI thank you Mr. Miracle I won't get trashed againOoh can you hear my liesDon't 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 whisky just to steady our brains'Cos there was no tequilaAnd as we drank a little faster at the top of our hillWe began to rollAnd as we get trashed we were laughing stillWell bless my soul
Black Sabbath Trashed
