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