Don't Interrupt The Sorrow
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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, 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
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