You were kind, you were fine and adored by all

played a game, foolish game, of the wizard’s trick,

gave a life to the dead hand held by the [bad word] 

you were big, you were great, noone called you pimp.

 

I’ll be your Judas for thirty bits

I sold you body to the Roman cross

I’ll be your Judas for my bloody kiss

without resentment and without thoughts.

 

Your mother put her soul on a pedestal

to hide her wettest sordid dreams,

taken to this by the unholy sight

of a sawing husband nearby.

 

Preached the love and had the locks

when Hoffman had not made it real,

Magdelaines were filled with the cannons

that should have held daisies pale.

 

And you know your Judas I was till the end of every sorrow.

 

Don't hold me, don't hate me,

at the end of the day you were my man,

I had no other choice, you know

and [bad word] always keep their king.

 

You were tall blonde and I was short,
 [bad word] and dark and overall,

I can wage more money, I can wage more joy,

If one day I’ll be your only toy.

_^