Dollar, Dollar - PJ Harvey

A boy stares through the glass

He’s saying, «Dollar, dollar»

Three lines of traffic pass

We’re trapped inside our car

His voice says, «Dollar, dollar»

I turn to you to and ask

For something we can offer

Three lines of traffic pass

We pull away so fast

All my words get swallowed

In the mirror glass

A face pock-marked and hollow

Is saying, «Dollar, dollar»

I can’t look through or past

A face saying, «Dollar, dollar»

A face pock-marked and hollow

Staring from the glass