The New Pollution Lyrics

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