She's reaching for her backpack
Puts out a cigarette and gets on the bus
She's seating on a secret she didn't ask for
No girl ever did

There's a whisper in her heartbeat
She can hear it just enough to keep her alive
But she's breathing in the blowback
There's nothing you can offer she ain't already tried

She's breathing in the blowback
Born into poor white trash and always type-cast
But she's gonna break out, boy you better know that
It's just a matter of time
She fights back
Breathing in the blowback

She is sucking on a Tic-tac
A good man is a mystery, she's looking for clues
Whoa, you better check that buddy
'Cause the blacktop's burning up what's left of the fuse

She knows where she comes from
Doesn't need you dragging her all through it again
It's like breathing in the blowback
It's a highjack, now how much sure are you willing to spend?

She's breathing in the blowback
Born into poor white trash and always type-cast
But she's gonna break out, boy you better know that
It's just a matter of time
She fights back
Breathing in the blowback

Pinwheels spinning, roller skates and red flags
Breathing in the blowback
She's gonna break out, boy, you better know that

Can you cast out a demon?
Can you wrangle the wind?
Will you stay when she's breathing the blowback again?