The New Pollution

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 agesShe's alone in the new pollution

She's alone in the new pollutionShe'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 embersShe's alone in the new pollution

She's alone in the new pollutionShe's alone in the new pollution

She's alone in the new pollutionShe'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 riversShe's alone in the new pollution

She's alone in the new pollution