do do, do do do do do do do do (X4)
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 eyes lookin' 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 manglin' strangers
She can sleep in a firey ball
Throwing troubles to the dyin' embers
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
(saxes then keyboard solo)
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 in a strip-mine ocean
Riding low on the drunken rivers
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution