text: Dont interrupt the sorrow
  Youre 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
  Im leaving on the 1:15
  Youre darn right
  Since I was seventeen
  Ive had no one over me
  I say, Anima rising
  But so what?
  Petrified wood process
  Tall timber down to rock!
  Dont interrupt the sorrow
  Darn right
  We walked on the moon
  Just lookin for light
  Dont you see the sorrow
  Of death and birth and death and birth?
  Bring that bottle kindly
  And Ill pad your purse
  Ive got a head full of quandary
  And a mighty, mighty, thirst
  Seventeen glasses
  Rhine wine
  Milk of the Madonna
  Clandestine
  Dont let up the sorrow
  All lies, lies and cheats
  You need a heart like Marys should your man get weak