Irene - Trixie Whitley

High voltage runnin' through these veins

I need a change baby, I need a change

Mama’s been cookin' on your rusted pipes

Smellin' like sulfur and parasites

Sit behind the curtain of my soul

Livin' in a swamp, going out of control

Doctor got me on my knees

I’m beggin' ya please call me a remedy (but)

I’ve seen colors come from dirt

I’ve seen lovers with no worth

Irene — you ain’t takin' my freedom away

Men in colorless business suits

Stuck to their desk on Fifth Avenue

Imagine them waitin' for «their cousin’s breast»

And all of that milk drippin' off of their chest

How dull the hour of your heart!

Depriving the skies where I needed to fly

But I continue to choosing my eye

Nanana… my little flower (?)

But I ain’t biting in your teeth

Got me to the floor, bound with my feet

Doctor got me on my knees

I’m beggin’you I need some substance please

Irene — you ain’t takin’my freedom away