Irene Just a Storm

Irene is wicked
She is a bitch
She hit our coast
Turned it into a ditch
I don’t know
How we’ll come back
I guess we just
Go on the attack
We pick up the boards
Clean up the glass
And sweet Irene
Can kiss our ass
Irene don’t know
How strong we are
Her eye is blind
It don’t see
Who she hits
But it was me
I am a fighter
I’m American born
Irene blew out
She was just a storm.