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 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
Like 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 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