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1st verse:


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Don't interrupt the sorrow   Darn right


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In flames our prophet witches    Be polite


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A room flull of glass-  es   He says


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"Your notch is liberation doll"  and he


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chains me with that serpent to that Ethiopian wall


Additional verses:

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 slave loves 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? -
It's a petrified wood process
Like tall timber down to rock!"

Don't interrupt the sorrow
Darn right
He says "We walked on the moon
You be polite"
He don't let up the sorrow
Death and birth and death and birth and death and birth
He says "Bring me that bottle now 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


© 1975 Crazy Crow Music (BMI)