Black Sabbath - Trashed

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 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

But on the twenty-fifth lap at the canal turn

I went off exploring

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

I was turning the tires 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 couldn't take it

I was turning the tires burning

The ground was in my sky

I was laughing the bitch 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 whiskey just to steady our brains

'Cause there was no tequila

And 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

Oh bless my soul

Detonado

Realmente foi um encontro

A garrafa levou uma surra

As damas do solar

Me viram subir em meu carro

E eu estava descendo a pista

Aproximadamente a cento e cinco (milhas por hora)

Eles estavam com o cronômetro rodando

E os faróis iluminando, eu estava realmente vivo

E no entanto minha cabeça estava estourando

Eu bebi uma garrafa de tequila e me sentia bem de verdade

Eu estava com o tape deck urrando

Mas na vigésima quinta volta na curva do canal

Eu saí (do prumo) explorando

Eu sabia que não ia conseguir

O carro simplesmente não ia agüentar

Eu estava virando, os pneus cantando

O chão estava no meu céu

Eu estava rindo, a cadela estava detonada

E a morte estava em meus olhos

Eu tinha começado muito bem

E eu estava examinando o meu caminho

Eu tinha as rodas em movimento

Lá estavam Peter e o Greenfly

Rindo alto feito calha na chuva

Embriaguez

A multidão estava urrando

Eu estava em Brands Hatch na minha imaginação

Mas na curva do canal eu acertei um trecho oleoso

Embriaguez

Ooh Sr. Milagre, você me salvou de uma certa dor

Eu te agradeço Sr. Milagre, eu não ficarei detonado outra vez

Ooh, você pode ouvir minhas mentiras

Não se incomode com este tolo

Apenas ri em meus olhos

Então retornamos para o bar

E atacamos a garrafa mais uma vez

Mas não havia tequila

Então partimos pro uísque

Só para firmar nossos pensamentos

Pois não havia tequila

E enquanto bebíamos um pouco mais depressa

No alto do nosso morro

Nós começamos a rolar

E enquanto ficávamos detonados

Ainda continuávamos rindo

Oh abençoe minha alma