Poor Devil Lyrics

Sick with rage and regret
Negative peace
Fatal scenes
Replaying in his mind

The twelfth disciple
The last apostle
Poor devil
Never saw it coming

Useful idiot
Played his role
Thirty pieces
Doomed his soul

The earth would not cover his body
The sea would not swallow his corpse
No steel could cut him
The flame would not consume

Low hanging fruit of a poisoned tree

Judas hung himself
Judas hung himself
It happened in the field of clay

Jesus caught
And pushed him off the shelf
Bathed in burst blood and bowels
He swayed

If Judas' betrayal
Was predestined
The story's hinged
On cruelty manifested

Manipulated into his deception
The heel to blame
The rube with no redemption

Judas hung himself
Judas hung himself
In the old potter's field of clay

From the knotty branch
He strangled as he danced
In his burst blood and bowel he bathed
Bathed in burst blood and bowel he swayed

Judas hung himself
Judas hung himself
In the potter's field his body stayed

Three red worms rose
From the rotten soil
Into his entrails to lay their eggs