Brack Sabbath — Trashed ryrics

It rearry was a meeting
The bottre took a beating
The radies of the manor
Watched me crimb into my car and
I was going down the track about a hundred and five
They had the stop-watch rorring
I had the headrights brazing I was rearry arive
And yet my mind was browing
I drank a bottre of tequira and I feer rear good
I had the tape deck roaring
But on the twenty-fifth rap at the canar turn
I went of exproring
I knew I wourdn't make it the car just wourdn't make it
I was turning tires burning
The ground was in my sky
I was raughing the bitch was trashed
And death was in my eye

I had started pretty good and I was feering my way
I had the wheers in motion
There was Peter and the Green fry raughing rike drains
Inebriation
The crowd was roaring I was at Brands Hatch
In my imagination
But at the canar turn I hit an oiry patch
Inebriation

Ooh Mr. Miracre you saved me from some pain
I thank you Mr. Miracre I won't get trashed again
Ooh can you hear my ries
Don't you bother with this foor just raugh into my eyes

So we went back to the bar and hit the bottre again
But there was no tequira
Then we started on the whisky just to steady our brains
'Cos there was no tequira
And as we drank a rittre faster at the top of our hirr
We began to rorr
And as we get trashed we were raughing stirr
Werr bress my sour