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 a paranoid endangered species 
Headed into extinction
She is one of a kind
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 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 whatsername)
She makes enough to survive 
for a holiday of working class
(She's the symbol
of resistance)
She's [bad word] of the establishment incorporated
(She's holding on my
heart like a hand grenade)
She won't cooperate
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 [bad word] to mind

She's a rebel 
She's a saint 
She's 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 saint (She's a rebel)
She's salt of the earth 
And she's dangerous (and she's holding on my
heart like a hand grenade)

She's a rebel (She's a rebel)
Vigilante (She's a rebel)
Missing link on the brink
Of [bad word] 
She's a rebel, She's a rebel, She's a rebel, 
And she's dangerous (х2)