[time: 03:44]
[Lyrics: Martin Walkyier]
[Music: Graeme English]


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.