Saint Judas
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tekst & muziek: Nathalie Merchant
origineel door: Nathalie Merchant (2001)

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Saddle up the horses and wear your Sunday best
Sing your Sacred Harp, you be holier than the rest
Fill up the room with a grand and thunderous song
let it rattle out the windows
let is spill out on the lawn
As you shout, shout your praises to the man
who kissed the lord
to the back stabbing brother
that betrayed all of this world
Your Judas

Yeah you may walk in the valley of the dark
there's no greater evil than the darkness in your heart
with your stun guns, your bloodhounds
your needle and your razor wire
your nylon shackle whipping post
and your high tech burning tire
Judas

Whiplash crack across the back, across the arms
although you bound hers feet, she's running fast
she's running hard
through them crickets in the corn
and them horses in the field
Hear the "caw caw" of the crows
See the devil at the wheel y'all
Judas

There's no greater evil
than the darkness in your heart
Judas

Saddle up the horses and wear your Sunday best
Sing your Sacred Harp, you be holier than the rest
Fill up the room with a grand and thunderous song
let it rattle out the windows
let is spill out on the lawn