Lyrics:

She's Got Cigarette On Each Arm
she's Got The Lily-White Cavity Crazes
she's Got A Carborator Tied To The Moon
pink Eyes Looking To The Food Of The Ages

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 Got A Paradise Camoflauge
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