She puts her makeup on
like graffition
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 American girl

She wears her overcoat
for the coming of the nuclearwinter
She is riding her bike
like a fugitive of critical mass
She's on a hunger strike
for the ones who wont make it for dinner

She makes enough to survive
for a holiday of working class
She's a runaway of the establishment
incorporated
She wont cooperade
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 the lost cause
Like a hutticane
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 graffition
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

(oh year .. all right .. oh year)