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.