We’re the rebels in your backyard
your sweet-smelling clean closet.
Off they come from that clothesline
we’re takin’ ’em from your hills hoists.
See us as we fuck with your day while breaking
a beat or two as we dance and move.
There’s nowhere for you to hide your
sun-kissed clothes as we pack ’em up.
We’re the morning-fresh sunflowers
switchblades of the badass suburbs.