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She's got cigarette on each arm

 

She's got the Lilly-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