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 snake pit
