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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
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