Sister Janet

Music and Lyrics by Tori Amos

Master Shamen I have come 
with my dolly from the shadow side 
with a demon and an Englishman
I'm my mother 
I'm my son
nobody else is slipping the blade in easy
nobody else is slipping the blade in the marmalade

All the angels all the wizards black and white 
are lighting candles in our hands
can you feel them touching hands before our eyes 
and I can even see sweet Maryanne

Sister Janet you have come 
from the woman clothed with the sun 
your veil is quietly becoming none 
call the Wanderer he has gone 
and all those up there are making it look so easy
with your perfect wings 
a wing can cover all sorts of things