Interpret:

Black Sabbath

Album:

Born Again

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