She's got a 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 fruit 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 barn 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 in a strip-mine ocean Riding low in the drunken rivers
She's alone in the new pollution She's alone in the new pollution