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 Themselves 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