Don’t Interrupt the Sorrow

Don't interrupt the sorrow

You're darn right

In flames our prophet witches be polite

A room full of glasses, he says

"Your notches, liberation doll"

And he chains me with that serpent

To that Ethiopian wall

Anima rising

Queen of Queens

Wash my guilt of Eden

Wash and balance me, oh

Anima rising

Uprising in you tonight

A vengeful little goddess

With an ancient crown to fight

Truth goes up in vapors

The steeples lean

Wind of change patriarchs

Snug in your bible belt dreams

God goes up the chimney

Like childhood Santa Claus

The good slaves love the good book

A rebel loves a cause

I'm leaving on the 1:15

You're darn right

Since I was seventeen

I've had no one over me

I say, "Anima rising"

"But so what?"

"Petrified wood process"

"Tall timber down to rock!"

Don't interrupt the sorrow

Darn right

We walked on the moon

Just lookin' for light

Don't you see the sorrow

Of death and birth and death and birth?

Bring that bottle kindly

And I'll pad your purse

I've got a head full of quandary

And a mighty, mighty, thirst

Seventeen glasses

Rhine wine

Milk of the Madonna

Clandestine

Don't let up the sorrow

All lies, lies and cheats

You need a heart like Mary's

Should your man get weak