Trashed

Oh, oh

It really was a meeting

The bottle took a beating

The ladies of the manor

Watched me climb into my car

And I was goin' down the track about a hundred and five

They had the stopwatch rollin'

And the headlights blazin', I was really alive

And yet my mind was blowin'

I drank a bottle of tequila, and I felt real good

I had the tape deck roarin'

But at the twenty-fifth lap at the canal turn

I went off exploring

Knew I wouldn't make it, the car just couldn't take it

I was turning, tires burning

The ground was in my sky

I was laughing, the bitch was trashed

And death was in my eyes

Started pretty good and I was feelin' my way

Had the wheels in motion

There was Peter and the Greenfly laughing like drains

Inebriation

The crowd was roarin', I was at Brands Hatch

In my imagination

At the canal turn, I hit an oily patch

Inebriation

Knew I wouldn't make it, the car just couldn't take it

I was turning, tires burning

The ground was in my sky

I was laughing, the bitch was trashed

And death was in my eyes

Ooh, mister miracle, you saved me from some pain

I thank you, mister 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

I was turning, tires burning

The ground was in my sky

I was laughing, the bitch was trashed

Death was in my eyes

Ooh, mister miracle, you saved me from some pain

I thank you, mister 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

Went to the bar and hit the bottle again

But there was no tequila

Then we started on the whiskey just to steady our brains

'Cause there was no tequila

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

Bless my soul

Yeah, oh, yeah