Like graffiti on the walls of the heartlandShe's got her little book of conspiraciesRight in her handShe is paranoid likeEndangered species headed into extinctionShe is one of a kindShe's the last of the American girlsShe wears her overcoatFor the coming of the nuclear winterShe is riding her bikeLike a fugitive of critical massShe's on a hunger strikeFor the ones who won't make it for dinnerShe makes enough to surviveFor a holiday of working classShe's a runaway of the establishment incorporatedShe won't cooperateShe's the last of the American girlsShe plays her vinyl recordsSinging songs on the even of destructionShe's a sucker forAll the criminals breaking the lawsShe will come in firstFor the end of the western civilizationShe's an endless warLike a hero for the lost causeLike a hurricaneIn the heart of the devastationShe's a natural disasterShe's the last of the American girlsShe puts her makeup onLike graffiti on the walls of the heartlandShe's got her little book of conspiraciesRight in her handShe will come in firstFor the end of western civilizationShe's a natural disasterShe's the last of the American girls