Trashed (feat. Tony Iommi, Roger Glover & Ian Paice)

It really was a meeting

The bottle took a beating

The ladies of the manor

Watched me climb into my car

I was going down the track about a hundred and five

They had the stopwatch rolling

I had the headlights blazing I was really alive

And yet my mind was blowing

I drank a bottle of tequila and I felt real good

I had the tape deck roarin'

But on the twenty-fifth lap at the canal turn

I went off exploring

I knew I wouldn't make it the car just wouldn't make it

I was turning the tries burning

The ground was in my sky

I was laughing, the bitch 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 Greenfly 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 the tries burning

The ground was in my sky

I was laughing, the bitch was trashed

And death was in my eye

Oh, Mr. Miracle, you saved me from some pain

I thank you, Mr. Miracle, I won't get trashed again

Oh, can you hear my lies?

Don't you bother with this fool, laugh into my eyes

I knew I wouldn't make it the car just wouldn't make it

I was turning the tries burning

The ground was in my sky

I was laughing the bitch was trashed

Death was in my eye

Oh, Mr. Miracle, you saved me from some pain

I thank you, Mr. Miracle, I won't get trashed again

Oh, can you hear my lies?

Don't you bother with this fool, laugh into my eyes

We went back to the bar and hit the bottle again

But there was no tequila

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

As we got trashed we were laughing still

Well, bless my soul