She's grinning like she's missing teeth. She's laughing like a refugee. Her eyes are the same pale gray as the tear-gas, filling the skies on a blue summer day. That girl is such a riot. That girl is such a riot. There's no fun in revolutions when they come so quiet, but that girl is such a riot.
There's big ideas in her messy head. Her bleeding heart's staining her t-shirt red. She's throwing mega-phone slogans through store-front windows. She's making me lose control. That girl is such a riot. That girl is such a riot. The authorities try to deny it, but that girl is such a riot, and it's hard to resist becoming an activist. That girl is such a riot.
Tonight, we can bring it all down. We can bring it all down tonight, and I'll kiss you in the light, as the police station burns down.