Saddle Up The Horses

And Wear Your Sunday Best

Sing Your Sacred Harp,

You Be Holier Than The Rest

Fill Up The Room With A Grand

And Thunderous Song

Let It Rattle Out The Windows,

Let It Spill Out On The Lawn

Shout, Shout Your Praises To The Man

Who Kissed The Lord

To The Back Stabbing Brother

That Betrayed All Of This World, Your Judas!



Yea, Though You May Walk

In The Valley In The Dark

There's No Greater Evil Than

The Darkness In Your Heart

With Your Stun Guns

Bloodhounds, Needle

And Your Razor Wire

Your Nylon Shackle Whipping Post

And Your High Tech Burning Tire, Your Judas!



Whiplash Crack Across The Back,

Across The Arms And Although

You Bound His Feet

He Running Fast He Running Hard

Through Them Crickets In The Corn

And Them Horses In The Field

Hear The "caw, Caw" Of The Crows

See The Devil At The Wheel Y'all, Judas!