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🔥 Back Alley Queen – Eileen Noise ft. Sophie

A raw and dark grunge-rock performance, dirty guitars, haunting female vocals, and that underground vibe that bleeds emotion.
This song tells the story of a fallen queen crawling through the dirt, still standing strong in the chaos.
🎧 Stream it everywhere: Spotify, SoundCloud & YouTube.

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Cold smoke, wet skin
She laughs like she don’t care again
Black boots, blood on the street
Lost her crown, but she’s still on her feet

[Chorus]
Back alley queen, crawl through the dirt
You wear your pain like a t-shirt
No one saves, no one’s clean
You die alone, you back alley queen

[Verse 2]
Cheap wine, broken glass
Another night that won’t pass
He said her name, then disappeared
She just smiled, wiped her tears

[Chorus]
Back alley queen, crawl through the dirt
You wear your pain like a t-shirt
No one saves, no one’s clean
You die alone, you back alley queen

[Bridge]
No light, no sound
Just the city beating down
She don’t beg, she don’t pray
She just fades away

[Final Chorus]
Back alley queen, you’re still obscene
Born to bleed, never seen
Raise your bottle, kiss the scream
Long live the back alley queen

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Back Alley Queen

Text:
[Verse 1]
He walks in neon shadows,
a plastic crown, a kingdom of lies.
The TV paints him holy,
but you can see the hunger in his eyes.
He builds his throne on whispers,
on fear he turns to gold—
a prophet of the shallow,
a coward painted bold.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the people kneel like statues
to the noise he calls truth—
but truth is not a weapon,
and lies don’t save your youth.

[Chorus]
Hey, orange tyrant,
your empire’s made of sand.
You twist the words of children
with your tiny shaking hands.
Hey, fallen idol,
your kingdom starts to bleed—
’cause justice isn’t blinded,
she knows what wolves still feed.

(solo)

[Verse 2]
He claims he is the chosen,
he claims he is the light—
but saints don’t beg for worship,
and heroes do not bite.
A carnival of lunatics
spins wildly at his feet—
he calls the darkness “freedom,”
but freedom tastes like heat.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the choir of the powerless
is rising like a flame—
their voices cut the silence
and burn away his name.

[Chorus]
Hey, orange tyrant,
your empire’s made of sand.
You twist the words of children
with your tiny shaking hands.
Hey, fallen idol,
your kingdom starts to bleed—
’cause justice isn’t blinded,
she knows what wolves still feed.

(solo)

[Bridge – spoken, in Patti-Smith-style incantation]
I see the mothers trembling,
I see the daughters rise.
I see the sons grow angry
at the poison in your eyes.
And I swear upon the ashes
of every broken dream—
we’ll tear your throne to pieces
and wash this land clean.

[Final Chorus]
Hey, orange tyrant,
your hourglass is done.
You cannot cage a nation—
you cannot stop the sun.
Hey, fading phantom,
your shadow starts to fall—
’cause a truth that’s born in fire
will outlive every wall.

[Outro – furious, spoken, raw]  
And hear me now, Trump—  
we’ve learned about your connection to Epstein.  
The shadows crawl, the names are written,  
the island winds still howl in chains.  

Woe betide us  
if we ever learn you were involved.  
Tell us—  
did you participate?  
Or do you hide behind the graves  
of the stories you deny?

The world is watching,  
the sky is narrowing,  
and history—  
history never forgets.

Over (Live)

Portishead

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