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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, 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 wont make it for dinner
She's the one that they call old Whatsername
She makes enough to survive for a holiday of the working class
She's a symbol of resistance
She's a runaway of the establishment incorporated
And she's holding on my heart like a hand grenade
She wont 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
Hey!
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 saint
She's the salt of the earth
And she's dangerous
She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your mama talked about
King of the forty thieves, and I'm here to represent
The needle in the vein of the establishment!
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