| She puts her makeup on like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
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| She’s got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand
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| She is paranoid like endangered species headed into extinction
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| She is one of a kind, well, she’s the last of the American girls
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| She wears her overcoat for the coming of the nuclear winter
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| She is riding her bike like a fugitive of critical mass
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| She’s on a hunger strike for the ones who won’t make it for dinner
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| She makes enough to survive for a holiday of the working class
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| She’s a runaway of the establishment incorporated
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| She won’t cooperate, well, she’s the last of the American girls
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| She plays her vinyl records singing songs on the eve of destruction
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| She’s a sucker for all the criminals breaking the laws
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| She will come in first for the end of Western civilization
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| She’s an endless war, she’s a hero for the lost cause
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| Like a hurricane in the heart of the devastation
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| She’s a natural disaster, she’s the last of the American girls
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| She puts her makeup on like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
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| She’s got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand
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| She will come in first for the end of Western civilization
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| She’s a natural disaster, she’s the last of the American girls
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| Aw yeah, all right, aw yeah |