You say I am loca because I am your girl
You say I am stupid because I am your girl
You leave me out on the steps
You dress me up like a boy
You say that I am your secret love
You say to be quiet but I want to tell the whole world
I like my neighborhood, I like my gun
Drive in my little car
I am your girl and I will protect you
We do it in the back of my little car
Pull up my pants and fix my bra
Go on home to your kids
I'm going to be quiet and I'm going to tell the whole block
High-wire minimalist post-punk of the finest sort: the poetry of daily banality spit over molten guitar solos and elastic rhythms. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 20, 2017