'm in love with Juda-as, Juda-as Judas Juda-ah-ah, Judas Juda-ah-ah, Judas Juda-ah-ah, Judas GaGa Judas Juda-ah-ah, Judas Juda-ah-ah, Judas Juda-ah-ah
timing it Always on the incline, ah shit Nigga that's down for the grind, ah, shit Keeping real niggas rewinding this Deep in the ghetto in the streets, ah
is a clean train, I said, this train Hey, this train don't pull no jokers, I said, this train This train don't pull no jokers, ah, ah, this train Hey
I'm the son of rage and love the Jesus of suburbia From the bible of none of the above on a steady diet of Soda pop and Ritalin, no one ever died for
It's time for you to go now I am a temple of the Holy Ghost And I'm protected by the Lord of Hosts Get out in the name of Jesus Christ 'Cause I don'
whom we pray. Some children see him dark as they, And, ah! they love Him, too! The children in each different place Will see the baby Jesus' face Like
whom we pray Some children see him dark as they And, ah they love him, too The children in each different place Will see the baby Jesus' face Like theirs
Dust of the rivers does murmur and weep Hard and sharp laughter that cuts to the bone Ah, but every face within your face does show Going gladly now to
Holy are you Holy are you There is no God but you (ah huh) There is no God but you (I need to talk to yall for a minute) Praised be the Lord (And be serious
Why don't you abort it instead?" You say you pray to the sky Why? When you're afraid to take a stand down here 'Cause while the holy talk reads like
we pray Some children see him Dark as they And, ah They love him, too The children In each diff'rent place Will see The baby Jesus' face Like theirs
Jesus Christ, ain't there no decency left? VELMA AND MATRON Nobody's got no class! MATRON Every guy is a snot! VELMA Every girl is a twat! MATRON Holy shit VELMA Holy
while Yo, on this day we were reconciled (chorus) There is a reason for the season [hey!] Jesus is the reason There is a reason for the season [hey!] Jesus is, jesus
the ass in Boston Five minutes later, he'd be standing on the lawn At the Kennedy compound going, "Ah There's a bullet in my ass, ah" Ted kennedy, good
I'm the son of rage and love The Jesus of suburbia The Bible of none of the above On a steady diet of Soda pop and Ritalin No one ever died for my sins
we pray, Some children see him dark as they, And, ah! they love him, too! The children in each diff'rent place Will see the baby jesus' face Like theirs
seen a holy man Seen him cryin' with the Mother Mary All these dyin' days All these dyin' days I walk the ghost town Used to be my city I seen a holy
a fool) I don't know, I think we need a little self check (Saxophone, saxophone) Ah, what your background? (Damn!) That ain't workin', man What U think we need? Kathy J. (Ah
