Saint Judas lyrics

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 a thunderous song

Let it rattle out the windows, let it spill out on the lawn

Shout, shout your praises to the man who kissed the Lord

To the back stabbing brother that betrayed all of this world

Your Judas!

Yea, though you may walk in the valley in the dark

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

Your stun guns, bloodhounds, needle and your razor wire

Your nylon shackle whipping post and your high tech burning tire

Your Judas!

Whiplash crack across the back, across the arms

Although you bound his feet, he running fast he 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!

Go on down to Alabama, Mississippi, Arkansas,

Oklahoma, Texas, Kentucky, Florida, Louisiana and Tennessee,

Georgia, Carolina, Carolina.

• Artist:Natalie Merchant
• Album:Motherland (2001)