Don't Interrupt the Sorrow Songtext
von Oleta Adams

Don′t interrupt the sorrow
Darn right
In flames our prophet witches
Be polite
A room full of glasses
He said "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 yeah

I′m leaving on the 1:15
Darn right
Since I was seventeen
I've had no one over me
Anima rising
So what
Petrified wood process
Tall timber down to rock

Don't interrupt the sorrow
Darn right
He said "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 said "bring that bottle kindly
And I′ll pad your purse
I've got a head full of quandary
And a mighty mighty mighty thirst" yeah


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

Just won′t let it up
Just won't let it up
He just won′t let it up
Just won't let it up
Won't let it up
He just won′t let it up
He won′t let up that sorrow
No
Anima rising
She the Queen become Queens
Anima rising
And all just want me
Just can't catch a break
And just won′t let it go
And won't let that sorrow
Yeah no-no-no-no
Just won′t o-o-oh
He just won't let it up, no
Oh ow, let it go
Won′t let it up
Just won't let it up
Just won't let it go
No-no-no
Just won′t
No-no
Let′s go