She

puts

her

make-

up

on,

Like

graf-

fi-

ti

on

the

walls

of

the

heart-

land.

She's

got

her

lit-

tle

book

Of

con-

spir-

a-

cies

right

in

her

hand.

She

is

pa-

ra-

noid,

en-

danger-

ed

spec-

ies

Head-

ed

in-

to

ex-

tinc-

tion.

She

is

one

of

a

kind.

Well,

she's

the

last

of

the

A-

me-

ri-

can

girls.

She

wears

her

ov-

er-

coat

For

the

com-

ing

of

the

nu-

cle-

ar

win-

ter.

She

is

rid-

ing

her

bike

Like

a

fu-

gi-

tive

of

cri-

ti-

cal

mass.

She's

on

a

hun-

ger

strike

For

the

ones

who

won't

make

it

for

din-

ner.

She

makes

e-

nough

to

sur-

vive

For

a

ho-

li-

day

of

work-

ing

class.

She's

a

run-

a-

way

of

the

es-

tab-

lish-

ment

in-

cor-

po-

ra-

ted.

She

won't

co-

op-

er-

ate.

Well,

she's

the

last

of

the

A-

me-

ri-

can

girls.

She

plays

her

vi-

nyl

re-

cords

Sing-

ing

songs

on

the

eve

of

de-

struc-

tion.

She's

a

suck-

er

for

all

the

crim-

i-

nals

break-

ing

the

laws.

She

will

come

in

first

For

the

end

of

west-

ern

ci-

vi-

li-

za-

tion.

She's

an

endl-

ess

war,

She's

a

he-

ro

for

the

lost

cause.

Like

a

hurr-

i-

cane

in

the

heart

Of

the

de-

vas-

ta-

tion.

She's

a

natu-

ral

di-

sas-

ter,

she's

the

last

of

the

A-

me-

ri-

can

girls.

She

puts

her

make-

up

on,

Like

graf-

fi-

ti

on

the

walls

of

the

heart-

land.

She's

got

her

lit-

tle

book

Of

con-

spir-

a-

cies

right

in

her

hand.

She

will

come

in

first

For

the

end

of

west-

ern

ci-

vi-

li-

za-

tion.

She's

a

natu-

ral

di-

sas-

ter,

She's

the

last

of

the

A-

me-

ri-

can

girls.