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 one-fifteen
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 looking for lights
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
Should your man get weak