This letter I'm writing down
To your Illustrious Honor
Is an informational fax:
I just committed suicide
My name is Judas
I start dressing myself by the head
And I wear a little white dress
Nobody knows for sure
What the fuck I'm talking about
My dwelling is Vatican [City]
And I use faith to drug my brothers
And although I wear the sandals of the fisherman
And although I give my blessing to the herd
I make crosses with my fingers
I collect money with my hands
The power is my Lord
Judas I am
Of gold I've dressed the Church
Lucifer cries emotionally
And for selling my Master
Twenty gold coins I've been paid
I surround myself with Ministers
Of Opus, and with clever guys
Birth control I've banned
It can only be used by my bishops
So much for baptism, so much for communion
We finance in installments your extreme unction
And although I wear the sandals of the fisherman
And although I give my blessing to the herd
I make crosses with my fingers
I collect money with my hands
My Lord is the power
Judas I am
And although I wear the sandals of the fisherman
And although I give my blessing to the herd
I make crosses with my fingers
I collect money with my hands
My Lord is the power
Judas I am