On my grimy dresser there is a bottle of blue pills Every morning I put one beneath my tongue and hold it still Mary has left me a note that there's breakfast on the stove But she wakes up early next to John, and all the eggs are cold Then Jesus comes to me again and grinning lifts his shirt I trace the scars upon his chest, that his virgin birth Had led him to, he was in a bind but he embraced the sacred God knew his face and held it but it still didn't save him And I see far horizons where the lambs lie with the lions but There are poppies growing over where my friends are lying And Paul had an old name but we never use it And you may call me traitor, but my lover called me Judas! Ah! Hosannah, hosannah, hosannah in the highest! Hosannah, hosannah, hosannah in the highest! I'm upstairs breathing in the scented oil on his skin And exactly as he taught, I take the holy spirit in The body on my tongue and the blood dripping from my mouth Who of us apostles, has ever been unclouded of sin? Is it only counting silver now you ever think of me? I who dared to love unblinking the bright son of Galilee On the mountain he held all creation in his sight And saw the killing kiss we shared in Gethsemane that night So down through the ages let my name be ever known As the one who gave up to death so he could roll away the stone You curse me, but he loved me too and held me in his arms And I am only Judas Iscariot, and He was the son of God! Hosannah, hosannah, hosannah in the highest! Hosannah, hosannah, hosannah in the highest! Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, Hallelujah amen! And it's cold out here, out here alone, in the potter's field