Saint Judas Lyrics - Natalie Merchant

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 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 

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

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

With 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 

And 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