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 stop-watch rolling I had the headlights blazing, I was really alive And yet my mind was blowing I drank a bottle of tequila and I feel real good I had the tape deck roaring But on the twenty-fifth lap at the canal turn I went of exploring I knew I wouldn't make it The car just wouldn't make it I was turning, tires burning The ground was in my sky I was laughing the b**ch 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 green fly 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 I knew I wouldn't make it The car just wouldn't make it I was turning, tires burning The ground was in my sky I was laughing the b**ch was trashed And death was in my eye 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 I was turning, tires burning The ground was in my sky I was laughing the b**ch was trashed And death was in my eye 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 So we went back to the bar and hit the bottle again But there was no tequila Then we started on the whisky, just to steady our brains 'Cos there was no tequila And as we drank a little faster at the top of our hill We began to roll And as we get trashed, we were laughing still Well, bless my soul