She's got a cigarette on each arm

She's got the lily-white cavity crazes

She's got a carborator tied to the moon

Pink gods 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 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

She's alone in the new pollution