It’s the fourth of July!
I know some folks disdain later X as too poppy, but when your pop is as rough and jangly and heartfelt and angry and sad and what-the-hell as this, it should be sung to, not sneered at.
And, y’know, given Exene’s flexible relationship to pitch, it’s the kind of song everyone can sing to and get it right.
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