Black Sabbath - Trashed

Tekst :

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 wouldn t make 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

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

Inne utwory

  • Computer god
  • Nightwing
  • The sabbath stones
  • Symptom of the universe
  • Snowblind
  • Master of insanity
  • Changes
  • Sweet leaf
  • Buried alive
  • Feels good to me
  • St. Vitus dance
  • Too late
  • Neon knights
  • Glory ride
  • Losowe utwory

    Lift your eyes

    You can look in your head and find no answer
    You can look in your heart and find no hope
    And you can crawl on the ocean floor
    Searching for the silver pearl
    But you won’t find the treasure in this world

    You can lift your eyes
    Come on to the cross
    There is healing for all...

    Raza odiada (eng)

    Brothers - of the United States
    He who s gonna fuck you hardest - isn t Satan
    They are the most hated race in the white world

    Chosen by American hands
    Pete Wilson is full of hate
    He s looking to fuck up our...

    Black white

    We are two shadows moving on a wall
    Two characters both weak and strong
    We chant and we dance, we draw ourselves in
    Then we run from each other again

    Chorus:
    Love is so strange, how we change from day to night
    Love...

    Parallel lives

    My ring kept him on, been learning fast
    I just got you wrong, it s not built to last, it s not built to last
    Time keeps on tripping on, though I learn my lessons fast
    And it was time for me to cut and run
    And if I ever do the past, you...

    Fotos y recuerdos

    Tengo una foto de ti, ohh
    Que beso cada noche antes de dormir, ohh
    Ya está media rota ya se está borrando, ohh
    Por tantas lágrimas que estoy derramando, ohh

    (Chorus)
    Y es todo lo que me queda de tu amor
    Solo, fotos...