The Snakepit

Well we're a mile under the ground And I'm thinking that it's Christmas And I'm kissing you hard Like I've got very important business And no-one knows And no-one sees us Because they're drinking their selves senseless And I'm writhing And I'm writhing And I'm writhing in the snakepit Well I'm out in a car And it's just full of stupid girls And I've forgotten how to speak And I just can't remember a word And my eyes feel like they're bursting And they're splitting like plums And I'm writhing And I'm writhing And I'm writhing in the snake pit