It's a shame I hate Exene Cervenka's guts now, for being a Victoria Jackson wannabe. (Yeah, those families in Santa Barbara are faking their grief over having their loved ones slaughtered to try to curtail your Second Amendment rights, girl.) But since I'm in the City of Angels and this is the title track of one of the greatest albums ever, I won't hold it against her bandmates, whom I can only hope aren't as sick as she is.
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