| Song | Catherine At The Wheel |
| Artist | Skyclad |
| Album | The Answer Machine? |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : English, Walkyier | |
| Her face caught in the headlamp glare, | |
| There waiting for a ride. | |
| Stood all alone - so far from home, | |
| He beckons her inside. | |
| A smile that has two meanings - slips his fat hand to her knee, | |
| But swiftly learns how quick to turn this woman scorned can be. | |
| Her flesh was all he wanted - | |
| But his blood was what she got, | |
| And did he dream of scenes x-rated when she showed him | |
| Salem's lot? | |
| Now the hunted is the hunter with a heart as cold as steel, | |
| See the empty rear view mirror showing | |
| Catherine at the wheel. | |
| Down in the park - just after dark, | |
| Girl crying 'neath a tree. | |
| Begs "Can you help please mister? - mummy left and forgot me." "My, you're out late my dear" exclaims the shabby, strange old man, | |
| Who hidden in the bushes finds a lion in his lamb. | |
| She's a killer with a conscience - and a bite too sharp to feel, | |
| This child sat on the roundabout is | |
| Catherine at the wheel. | |
| And if you could you'd kill them twice - | |
| How sweet revenge can be, ' | |
| Gainst those you've sent to that place with no fury next to thee. | |
| Her flesh was all they wanted - but their blood was what she got, | |
| And did they dream of scenes x-rated when she showed them | |
| Salem's lot? | |
| She's a killer with a conscience - and a heart as cold as steel, | |
| She's the hunter not the hunted - with a bite too sharp to feel. | |
| Her flesh was all they wanted - but their blood was what she got, | |
| And did they dream of scenes x-rated when she showed them | |
| Salem's lot? | |
| Catherine's at the wheel. |
| zuo ci : English, Walkyier | |
| Her face caught in the headlamp glare, | |
| There waiting for a ride. | |
| Stood all alone so far from home, | |
| He beckons her inside. | |
| A smile that has two meanings slips his fat hand to her knee, | |
| But swiftly learns how quick to turn this woman scorned can be. | |
| Her flesh was all he wanted | |
| But his blood was what she got, | |
| And did he dream of scenes xrated when she showed him | |
| Salem' s lot? | |
| Now the hunted is the hunter with a heart as cold as steel, | |
| See the empty rear view mirror showing | |
| Catherine at the wheel. | |
| Down in the park just after dark, | |
| Girl crying ' neath a tree. | |
| Begs " Can you help please mister? mummy left and forgot me." " My, you' re out late my dear" exclaims the shabby, strange old man, | |
| Who hidden in the bushes finds a lion in his lamb. | |
| She' s a killer with a conscience and a bite too sharp to feel, | |
| This child sat on the roundabout is | |
| Catherine at the wheel. | |
| And if you could you' d kill them twice | |
| How sweet revenge can be, ' | |
| Gainst those you' ve sent to that place with no fury next to thee. | |
| Her flesh was all they wanted but their blood was what she got, | |
| And did they dream of scenes xrated when she showed them | |
| Salem' s lot? | |
| She' s a killer with a conscience and a heart as cold as steel, | |
| She' s the hunter not the hunted with a bite too sharp to feel. | |
| Her flesh was all they wanted but their blood was what she got, | |
| And did they dream of scenes xrated when she showed them | |
| Salem' s lot? | |
| Catherine' s at the wheel. |
| zuò cí : English, Walkyier | |
| Her face caught in the headlamp glare, | |
| There waiting for a ride. | |
| Stood all alone so far from home, | |
| He beckons her inside. | |
| A smile that has two meanings slips his fat hand to her knee, | |
| But swiftly learns how quick to turn this woman scorned can be. | |
| Her flesh was all he wanted | |
| But his blood was what she got, | |
| And did he dream of scenes xrated when she showed him | |
| Salem' s lot? | |
| Now the hunted is the hunter with a heart as cold as steel, | |
| See the empty rear view mirror showing | |
| Catherine at the wheel. | |
| Down in the park just after dark, | |
| Girl crying ' neath a tree. | |
| Begs " Can you help please mister? mummy left and forgot me." " My, you' re out late my dear" exclaims the shabby, strange old man, | |
| Who hidden in the bushes finds a lion in his lamb. | |
| She' s a killer with a conscience and a bite too sharp to feel, | |
| This child sat on the roundabout is | |
| Catherine at the wheel. | |
| And if you could you' d kill them twice | |
| How sweet revenge can be, ' | |
| Gainst those you' ve sent to that place with no fury next to thee. | |
| Her flesh was all they wanted but their blood was what she got, | |
| And did they dream of scenes xrated when she showed them | |
| Salem' s lot? | |
| She' s a killer with a conscience and a heart as cold as steel, | |
| She' s the hunter not the hunted with a bite too sharp to feel. | |
| Her flesh was all they wanted but their blood was what she got, | |
| And did they dream of scenes xrated when she showed them | |
| Salem' s lot? | |
| Catherine' s at the wheel. |