Snakepit

Well we're a mile under the ground

And I'm thinking that it's Christmas

And I'm kissing you hard

Like I've got very important business

And no-one knows

And no-one sees us

Because they're drinking their selves senseless

And I'm writhing

And I'm writhing

And I'm writhing in the snakepit

Well I'm out in a car

And it's just full of stupid girls

And I've forgotten how to speak

And I just can't remember a word

And my eyes feel like they're bursting

And they're splitting like plums

And I'm writhing

And I'm writhing

And I'm writhing in the snakepit