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, endangered species headed into extinction She is one of a kind, well, she's the last of the American girls
She's a rebel, she's a saint
She wears her overcoat for the coming of the nuclear winter She's the salve salt he earth and she's dangerous She is riding her bike like a fugitive of critical mass She's a rebel, vigilante She's on a hunger strike for the ones who wont make it for dinner She's the one that they call old Whatsername She makes enough to survive for a holiday of the working class She's a symbol of resistance
She's a runaway of the establishment incorporated And she's holding on my heart like a hand grenade She wont cooperate well She's the last of the American girls
She sings the revolution The dawning of the rest of our lives She brings this liberation That I just can't define Well nothing comes to mind Hey!
She's a rebel She's a saint She's the salt of the earth And she's dangerous
She's a rebel Vigilante Missing link on the brink Of destruction
She's a rebel She's a rebel, etc
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out Suicide commando that your mama talked about King of the forty thieves, and I'm here to represent The needle in the vein of the establishment!