Natalie Merchant - Saint Judas Lyrics
Saddle up the horses and wear your Sunday bestSing your Sacred Harp, you be holier than the restFill up the room with a grand and a thunderous songLet it rattle out the windows, let it spill out on the lawnShout, shout your praises to the man who kissed the LordTo the back stabbing brother that betrayed all of this worldYour Judas!Yea, though you may walk in the valley in the darkThere's no greater evil than the darkness in your heartYour stun guns, bloodhounds, needle and your razor wireYour nylon shackle whipping post and your high tech burning tireYour Judas!Whiplash crack across the back, across the armsAlthough you bound his feet, he running fast he running hardThrough them crickets in the corn and them horses in the fieldHear the "caw, caw" of the crowsSee 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.
