She's reaching for her backpack

Puts out a cigarette and gets on the bus

She's sitting on a secret

She didn't ask for, no girl ever did

But there's a whisper in her heartbeat

And she can hear it just enough to keep her alive

When she's breathing in the blowback

There's nothing you can offer she ain't already tried

But she's breathing in the blowback

Born into poor, white trash and always typecast

But she's gonna break out, boy, you'd better know that

It's just a matter of time

She fights back

Breathing in the blowback

She's sucking on a Tic Tac

A good man is a mystery, she's looking for clues

Whoa, you'd better check that, buddy

'Cause the blacktop's burning up what's left of the fuse

And she knows where she comes from

Doesn't need you draggin' her all through it again

It's like breathing in the blowback

It's a hijack, now how much are you willing to spend?

She's breathing in the blowback

Born into poor, white trash and always typecast

But she's gonna break out, boy, you'd better know that

It's just a matter of time

She fights back

Breathing in the blowback

Breathing in the blowback

Pinwheels spinning, roller skates, and red flags

Breathing in the blowback

But she's gonna breakout, boy, you'd better know that

Can you cast out a demon?

Can you wrangle the wind?

Will you stay when she's breathing the blowback again?