The New Pollution

She's got cigarette on each arm 

She's got the lily-white cavity crazes 

She's got a carburetor tied to the moon 

Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages 



She's alone in the new pollution 

She's alone in the new pollution 



She's got a hand on a wheel of pain 

She can talk to the mangling strangers 

She can sleep in a fiery bog 

Throwing troubles to the dying embers 



She's alone in the new pollution 

She's alone in the new pollution 

She's alone in the new pollution 

She's alone in the new pollution 



She's got a paradise camouflage 

Like a whip-crack sending me shivers 

She's a boat through a strip-mine ocean 

Riding low on the drunken rivers 



She's alone in the new pollution 

She's alone in the new pollution

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