The Snakepit

Well we're a mile under the ground I'm thinking that it's Christmas I'm kissing you hard Like I've got very important business And no one knows 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 It's just full of stupid girls I've forgotten how to speak I just can't remember a word My eyes feel like they're bursting They're splitting like plums I'm writhing I'm writhing I'm writhing in the snakepit