You see I kind of always wondered
How it is that you pray to the ones who died before us
And how it is that you recognize
A sinner from a saint
There was a time where I would get the picture
But somehow now, it’s over
So burn the bridges to long robes
They are the ones to lead you down
When the choir cries for love
Take your hatred out on me
I’ll be your Judas for thirty cents
I’ll be your Judas, yeah I’ll be yours