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.
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