Don't Interrupt the Sorrow

Don't interrupt the sorrow You're 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 I'm leaving on the 1:15 You're darn right Since I was seventeen I've had no one over me I say, "Anima rising" "But so what?" "Petrified wood process" "Tall timber down to rock!" Don't interrupt the sorrow Darn right We walked on the moon Just lookin' for light Don't you see the sorrow Of death and birth and death and birth? 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 Don't let up the sorrow All lies, lies and cheats You need a heart like Mary's Should your man get weak --- Don't Interrupt the Sorrow - Morrissey