Catherine at the Wheel Songtext
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Catherine at the Wheel Songtext
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.
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.
Writer(s): Graeme English, Martin Simon Walkyier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com