I upset apple carts
I overturn those carriages of destruction
I turn the wheels of the train cars
That lead to the mountains of perdition
I upset apple carts
I kick against the pricks
I unhitch the ponies and race up to the ships
And when I reach the furthest shore
I haul on the bowline and grab an oar.
I upset apple carts
I kick against the pricks
I roar into whirlwinds
I am the wise woman who nightly trims her wick
My candle will keep on burning even if I scorch my hand
My soul will keep on turning in the hostile foreign lands.
I upset apple carts
I kick against the pricks
I roar into whirlwinds
Throwing words against walls
I hurtle along ancient halls with the pot balanced on my head
And when the water does not spill, when not one drop is lost
I rest under an pomegranate tree and tally up the cost.
I upset apple carts
I kick against the pricks
I roar into whirlwinds
Throwing words against walls
Recording which ones stick
I hold the feather of Anubis, I drink from his poisoned cup
And when I have a sentence too harsh to even pronounce
I rip my heart out from my chest and weigh it to the nearest ounce
I upset apple carts
I kick against the pricks
I roar into whirlwinds
Throwing words against the walls
Recording which ones stick
I upset apple carts
I bowl the fruit towards an uncertain future
I hold out temptation under noses of both mice and men
And when I am forsaken, I tread on the both of them.
I upset apple carts
I kick against the pricks
I roar into whirlwinds
Throwing words against the walls
Recording what ones stick
I upset apple carts
I sit under sullen trees
I sulk next to the serpent and translate the buzz of bees.
My hair is wound in glory, my feet are formed from dust and loam
I was sent out from the garden to learn how to suffer and to roam.
I upset apple carts:
I don't do what I am told
In my hands I hold the weight
More luminous than gold
I upset apple carts
I let the juices run
And when I had finished eating
I knew what I had done.
