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