The Bitch of Dumont

In the shadows of Dumont she prowls the night With a cigarette grin and eyes like

a fight Her boots on the pavement scream don’t come too near She’s the bitch

of Dumont she don’t play fair She’ll steal your soul and not even care

The bitch of Dumont Yeah she’s wild and free But God help the fool who tries to

break her leash She laughs at the moon She spits at the stars

She’s a queen in a kingdom of busted cars Every whisper in town says don’t

cross her line She’s got fire in her veins And chaos in her name

She’s the bitch of Dumont she don’t play fair She’ll steal your soul and not even