On my grimy dresser there is a bottle of blue pills
Every morning I put one beneath my tongue and hold it still
Mary has left me a note that 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
I trace the scars upon his chest, that his virgin birth
Had led him to, he was in a bind but he embraced the sacred
God knew his face and held it but it still didn't save him
And I see far horizons where 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!
Ah!
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 from my mouth
Who of us apostles, has ever been unclouded of sin?
Is it only counting silver now you ever 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 saw the killing kiss we shared in Gethsemane that night
So down through the ages let my name be ever known
As the one who gave 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, and He was the son of God!
Hosannah, hosannah, hosannah in the highest!
Hosannah, hosannah, hosannah in the highest!
Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, Hallelujah amen!
And it's cold out here, out here alone, in the potter's field