Rebel

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 destruction. From Chicago to Toronto she's the one that they call old whatsername. She's the symbol of resistance and she's holding on my heart like a hand grenade. Is she dreaming what I'm thinking? Is she the mother of all bombs gonna detonate? Is she trouble like I'm trouble? Make it a double twist of fate or a melody. She sings the revolution, the dawning of our lives. She brings this liberation that I just can't define, nothing comes to mind. She's a rebel... and she's dangerous.