Judas

This letter I write to your illustrious lordship
Is an informative fax
I just committed suicide
My name is Judas

I dress from head to toe
And wear a little white dress
No one knows for sure
What the hell I'm talking about

My dwelling is the Vatican
I drug my brothers with faith

Although I wear the fisherman's sandals
And give my blessing to the flock
I cross my fingers
I collect money with my hands
The power, my lord, I am Judas

I have dressed the church in gold
Lucifer cries with emotion
And for selling out my master
Twenty gold coins have been paid to me

I surround myself with ministers, Opus Dei members, and smart ones
I have forbidden contraception
Only my bishops use it

So much for baptism, so much for communion
We finance their last rites in installments

Although I wear the fisherman's sandals
And give my blessing to the flock
I cross my fingers
I collect money with my hands
My lord, the power, I am Judas

Although I wear the fisherman's sandals
And give my blessing to the flock
I cross my fingers
I collect money with my hands
My lord, the power, I am Judas

Although I wear the fisherman's sandals
And give my blessing to the flock
I cross my fingers
I collect money with my hands
My lord, the power, I am Judas