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 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 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 Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
