Trashed Lyrics - Who Cares - Ian Gillan

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 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 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 only patch 

Inebriation 

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 get trashed we were laughing still 

Well bless my soul