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 1:15, 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 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