Letra The New Pollution - Beck

The New Pollution

She’s got cigarette on each arm
She’s got the lily-white cavity crazes
She’s got a carburetor tied to the moon
Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages
She’s in love with the new pollution
She’s alone in a new dilusion
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 truffles to the diet members
She’s in love with the new pollution
She’s alone in a new dilusion
She’s in love with the new pollution
She’s alone in a new dilusion
She’s got a paradise camouflage
Like a whip-crack sending me shivers
She’s the boat in a strip mine ocean
Riding low on the drunken rivers
She’s alone in the new pollution