The Snakepit

well we're a mile under the ground
and I'm thinking that its 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