El Apostol Perdido

And a spike of wheat gilded by the sun
And the path that the vine grower sows
They now become bread and wine of love
In the body and blood of the Lord

And today, Lord, we thank you
For sex, drugs and rock

I was José María, the one who said
They won't talk about me, or about that story of mine
I was the other apostle, the one who lived
Next to Jesus, Judas and Mary

He always went to the temple to polish the merchandise
Gramito for Pedro and spiz for Matías
But in this story I still have doubts
If in the end the good guy was the fool Judas?

Lalalalalalalala

Poor Jesus felt so sorry for him
He cheated on her with Mary Magdalene
One day the girl's slut got upset
And I wasn't invited to the last supper

I have been excommunicated
They didn't understand me
I am Jose Maria
The Lost Apostle

Lalalalalalalala