Trashed(Iommi/Butler/Gillan/Ward)It really was a meeting, the bottle took a beatingThe ladies of the manor watched me climb into my car and I wasGoing down the track about a hundred and fiveThey had the stopwatch rollingI had the headlights blazing, I was really aliveAnd yet my mind was blowingI drank a bottle of tequila and I felt real goodBut on the twenty fifth lap at the canal turnI went off explodingI knew I wouldn't make it, the car just couldn't take itI was turning, the tires burning, the ground was in my skyI was laughing, the bitch was trashed and death was in my eyeI had started pretty good and I was feeling my wayI had the wheels in motionThere was Peter and the Greenfly laughing like drainsInebriationThe crowd was roaring, I was at Brands HatchIn my imaginationBut at the canal turn I hit an oily patchInebriationI knew I wouldn't make it, the car just couldn't take itI was turning, the tires burning, the ground was in my skyI was laughing, the bitch was trashed and death was in my eyeOoh, mr. Miracle, you saved me from some painI thank you mr. Miracle, I won't get trashed againOoh, can you hear my lies?Don't you bother with this fool, just laugh into my eyesI was turning, the tires burning, the ground was in my skyI was laughing, the bitch was trashed and death was in my eyeOoh, mr. Miracle, you saved me from some painI thank you mr. Miracle, I won't get trashed againOoh, can you hear my lies?Don't you bother with this fool, just laugh into my eyesSo we went back to the bar and hit the bottle againBut there was no tequilaThen we started on the whiskey just to steady our brains`Cause there was no tequilaAnd as we drank a little faster at the top of our hillWe began to rollAnd as we got trashed we were laughing stillOh, bless my soul