text: Dont 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
  Shes 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
  Im leaving on the 1:15
  Youre darn right
  Since I was seventeen
  Ive had no one over me
  He says Anima rising-
  So what-
  Petrified wood process
  Tall timber down to rock!
  Dont interrupt the sorrow
  Darn right
  He says, We walked on the moon
  You be polite
  Dont let up the sorrow
  Death and birth and death and birth and death and birth
  He says, Bring that bottle kindly
  And Ill pad your purse-
  Ive got a head full of quandary
  And a mighty, mighty, mighty thirst
  Seventeen glasses
  Rhine wine
  Milk of the Madonna
  Clandestine
  He dont let up the sorrow
  He lies and he cheats
  It takes a heart like Marys these days
  When your man gets weak