I've never been from the places I've lived
Dissolves in the dish now my red's become dull
And the committee is meeting without me again
Deciding the fate of the skin that I wear
I am wearing out the family and there's none of me left
Human achievement is achieving the human
Don't call me Judas, 'cause that would make you the Christ
And you ain't thinking about saving or healing my life
If I'm going to be ignored
Then they'll have to kick me screaming out of the front door
Lord keep me from divine madness and sorrow
'Cause I'm seeing blue-eyed Christs wrapped in American flags
That just eat their own light burning bright on the hillside
Human achievement is achieving the human
Don't call me Judas, 'cause that would make you the Christ
And you ain't thinking about saving or healing my life
Don't call me Judas, 'cause that would make you the Christ
And you ain't thinking about saving or healing my life