Title: Saint Judas

Artist: 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, Judas, Judas.

Whiplash crack across the back, across the arms
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, Judas, Judas, Judas...

Go on down to Alabama, Mississippi, Arkansas
Oklahoma, Texas, Kentucky, Florida
Louisiana and Tennessee
Georgia, Carolina, Carolina.

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