Catherine At The Wheel

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.