The New Pollution Lyrics by Beck
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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
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