Last Of The American Girls

She puts her makeup on like graffiti on the walls of the heartlandShe's got her little book of conspiracies right in her handShe is paranoid like endangered species headed into extinctionShe is one of a kind, well, she's the last of the American girls
She wears her overcoat for the coming of the nuclear winterShe is riding her bike like a fugitive of critical massShe's on a hunger strike for the ones who won't make it for dinnerShe makes enough to survive for a holiday of the working class
She's a runaway of the establishment incorporatedShe won't cooperate, well, she's the last of the American girls
She plays her vinyl records singing songs on the eve of destructionShe's a sucker for all the criminals breaking the lawsShe will come in first for the end of Western civilizationShe's an endless war, she's a hero for the lost cause
Like a hurricane in the heart of the devastationShe's a natural disaster, she's the last of the American girls


We've made it to the class of 13...looking forward to many more.