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Catherine At The Wheel

	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.

	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.