On my grimy dresser There's a bottle of blue pills And every morning I take one Beneath my tongue and hold it still
And Mary has left me a note "There's breakfast on the stove" But she wakes up early next to John And all the eggs are cold
Then Jesus comes to me again And grinning, lifts his shirt And I trace the scars on his chest That his virgin birth Had led him to
He was in a bind But he embraced the sacred And God hеld his face and knew it But it still didn't save him
And I see far horizons whеre the lambs lie with the lions But there are poppies growing over where my friends are lying And Paul had an old name But we never use it And you may call me traitor But my lover called me Judas Oh
Hosannah, hosannah Hosannah in the highest Hosannah, hosannah Hosannah in the highest
I'm upstairs breathing in the scented oil on his skin And exactly as he taught, I take the holy spirit in The body on my tongue And the blood dripping down my mouth Oh, who among us apostles Has ever been unclouded, without sin?
Is counting silver now the only time you think of me? I, who dared to love unblinking The bright son of Galilee? On the mountain he held all creation in his sight And foresaw the killing kiss we shared at Gethsemane that night
So down through the ages, let my name be ever known As the one who gave him up to death so he could roll away the stone You curse me but he loved me, too And held me in his arms And I am only Judas Iscariot He was the son of God
Hosannah, hosannah Hosannah in the highest Hosannah, hosannah Hosannah in the highest
And it's cold out here Out here alone In the potter's fieldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.