Don`t Interrupt The Sorrow

Don't interrupt the sorrow 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 Anima rising Uprising in me tonight She's a vengeful little goddess With an ancient crown to fight Truth goes up in vapors The steeples lean Winds 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 115 You're darn right Since I was seventeen I've had no one over me He says Anima rising So what Petrified wood process Tall timber down to rock Don't interrupt the sorrow Darn right He says We walked on the moon You be polite Don't let up the sorrow Death and birth and death and birth and death and birth He says 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 He don't let up the sorrow He lies and he cheats It takes a heart like Mary's these days When your man gets weak