[00:30.04]She's got cigarette on each arm
[00:32.87]She's got the Lilly-white cavity crazes
[00:36.72]She's got a carburetor tied to the moon
[00:40.21]Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages
[00:44.04]She's alone in the new pollution
[00:51.36]She's alone in the new pollution
[00:58.49]She's got a hand on a wheel of pain
[01:01.87]She can talk to the mangling strangers
[01:05.54]She can sleep in a fiery bog
[01:09.11]Throwing troubles to the dying embers
[01:12.95]She's alone in the new pollution
[01:20.04]She's alone in the new pollution
[01:56.78]She's alone in the new pollution
[02:04.13]She's alone in the new pollution
[02:11.63]She's got a paradise camouflage
[02:15.01]Like a whip-crack sending me shivers
[02:18.38]She's a boat through a strip-mine ocean
[02:22.36]Riding low on the drunken rivers
[02:25.99]She's alone in the new pollution
[02:33.08]She's alone in the new pollution