Judas Sheep

I says, "Mother, I have lost my arms"

(Lost my arms)

She says, "Use your charms, son"

(Use your charms)

And I says, "Smell that fear, Mother"

(Smell that fear)

She says, "Off your knees, son"

(Off your knees)

Well, our friend, the Judas sheep

He's dressed up like a compost heap

Our friend, the Judas sheep

To the top, top, top of the heap

We are tentacle wrapped in memories

(Memories)

Down in the dark we stumble happy

(Happy)

We are wet to the skin

(Wet to the skin)

Free from sin

(Free from sin)

Oh, father, forgive this state we're in

(State we're in)

Because our friend, the Judas sheep

He's dressed up like a compost heap

Our friend, the Judas sheep

To the top, to the top, to the top of the heap

And I said, "Our friend, the Judas sheep

Today's companion, tomorrow's fresh meat!"