She puts her makeup on
Like graffite on the walls of the heartland
She's got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand
She is a paranoid like endangered species headed into extinction
She is one of a kind
She's the last of the American Girls
She wear 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 eye 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 and endless war like a hero for the lost cause
Like a hurricane in the heart of 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
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