She puts her make upon
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 even of destruction
She's a sucker of
all the criminals breaking the laws
She will come in first
for the end of the western civilization
She's an endless war
he's a hero for the 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 make upon
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
Ah yeah
All right
Ah yeah