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!