The New Pollution — текст песни (Beck)

She`s got cigarette on each arm
She`s got the lilly-white cavity crazes
She`s go a carborator tied to the moon
Pink eyes looking to the food 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 bog
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 caoflauge
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