Saint Judas

Your Judas
And although you bound his feet, he running fast he running hard
Through them crickets in the corn and them horses in the field
Fill up the room with a grand and thunderous song
There's no greater evil than the darkness in your heart
Your Judas
Let it rattle out the windows, let it spill out on the lawn

Whiplash crack across the back, across the arms
With your stun guns, bloodhounds, needle and your razor wire

Yeah, though you may walk in the valley in the dark
To the back stabbing brother that betrayed all of this world
Shout, shout your praises to the man who kissed the Lord
Go on down to Alabama, Mississippi, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas
Your nylon shackle whipping post and your high tech burning tire
Hear the caw, caw of the crows, see the devil at the wheel y'all, Judas