She puts her makeup on,
Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland.
She's got her little book of conspiracies
Right in her hand.
She is paranoid like
Endangered species headed into extinction.
She is one of a kind
She's the last of the American girls.
She wears her overcoat
For the coming of the nuclear winter.
She is riding her bike
Like a fugitive of critical mass,
She's on a hunger strike
For the ones who won't make it for dinner.
She makes enough to survive
For a holiday of working class.
She's a runaway of the establishment incorporated.
She won't cooperate.
She's the last of the American girls.
She plays her vinyl records
Singing songs on the eve of destruction.
She's a sucker for
All the criminals breaking the laws.
She will come in first
For the end of western civilization.
She's an endless war
She's a hero for a lost cause.
Like a hurricane
In the heart of the devastation.
She's a natural disaster
She's the last of the American girls.
She puts her makeup on
Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland.
She's got her little book of conspiracies
Right in her hand.
She will come in first
For the end of western civilization.
She's a natural disaster
She's the last of the American girls
