She's got a cigarette on each arm
She's got the lily-white cavity crazes
She's got a carburettor 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 manglin' strangers
She can sleep in a fiery barn
Throwing 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 camouflage
Like a whipcrack 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