I was born in drag, like, liar liar raising myself
So I locked her out, but how’d she get ahold of my cell
I was stuck with us while wishing I was somebody else
Woke up in a bra, wow, baby who are you and where’d you come from?
Grab a gun from the pile of guns
I’m a boy because I knew I wouldn’t fit anywhere
"Flower Of Life" yanks riot grrrl south through the unmistakable garage psych sound indispensable to the last 20-odd years of rock music out of Los Angeles. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 2, 2023