The New Pollution [Odelay, 1996, Bong Load Records]
She's got cigarette army charm She's got the lily-white cavity crazes She's got a carburetor tied to the moon Pink eyes 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 ball Throwing truffles 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 camouflage Like a whip-crack sending me shivers She's the boat in a strip mine ocean Riding low on the drunken rivers