Judas Tree

There’s a Judas Tree up on the hill
And a body’s hangin' there
There’s a Judas Tree up on the hill
Yeah, a body’s hangin' there
Nobody wants to cut it down
Nobody seems to care
There’s silver in his pocket, baby
And there’s blood upon his hands
He put religion on a rocket
Missionaries in the bad, bad lands
Yeah
Love was in that Judas kiss
But nobody really understands
Love is a curse
And you keep reeling from the blows
What makes it so much worse
You all think you’re Juliets and Romeos
That you keep runnin' to your mistresses
And your pretty gigolos
They say when you die hangin'
You get hard as you go down
They say when you die hangin'
You get hard as you go down
I think I’ll cut poor Judas loose
From the tree
And I’ll take him underground