She's got a cigarette on each arm
She's got the lily-white cavity crazes
She's got a carborateur tied to the moon
Pink eyes looking to the fruit of the ages
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's got a hand on the wheel of pain
She can talk to the manglin' strangers
She can sleep with a firy ball
Throw her troubles to the dyin' 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 camouflouge
Like a whipcrack sending me shivers
She's a boat in a stripmine 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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