Judas Blues

You call yourself a friend
But I must be the exception
That proves the rule
That begs the question
Can you open your mouth
And make a confession?
I don’t mean a worm
Just to snag your attention
Betrayed again, Judas blues
Should I lionize myself
And rake in the contempt
Try to chastise you
For not keeping me exempt
From all of these joys
Of the usual blend
Mainly self-pity, self-hate and big syringe
Hang in there, Jesus blues