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 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 salt of the 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 won't make it for dinner
She's the one that they call old whats'ername,
She makes to enough to survive For a holiday of working class
She's the symbol, Of resistance,
She's a runaway of the establishment incorporated.
And she's holding on my heart like a hand grenade,
She won't cooperate Well She's the last of the American girls
She sings the revolution, The dawning of our lives, She brings this liberation, That I just can't define, Well nothing comes to mind
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 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, she's a rebel and she's dangerous She's a rebel, she's a rebel, she's a rebel and she's dangerous