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• Artiste: Antje Duvekot
• Titre: Judas
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Judas Iscariot is kicking up seashells and he is cursing He's being tortured by the roaring in his mind That won't surrender the scene And even here alone in the dark, a thousand eyes are burning Holes into his heart Holes into his heart Jesus, he was the schoolyard martyr Was every mother's perfect son Not like Judas In the back of the schoolbus Invisible to everyone Well, there was lots of love in between Joseph and Mary Joseph was the head coach at the high school And they were living down on Judas' street They'd be pitching Sundays in the grass And usually Judas' father would be drunk off his ass Jesus, he was the schoolyard martyr Was every mother's perfect son Not like Judas In the back of the schoolbus Invisible to everyone Last night Judas' father Threw his son against the wall And that's how you learn to become invisible And it may well have been any day like the rest But the tape shows him moving And he's standing in the hall He's never felt this alone before He's walking through the door and it's springtime Judas Iscariot is kicking up seashells and he is cursing And if he stands here long enough maybe He will turn to stone and wash away He won't find the bullets On that fated morning And he will wake up from this dream Jesus, he was the schoolyard martyr Was every mother's perfect son Not like Judas In the back of the schoolbus Invisible to everyone Jesus, he was the schoolyard martyr Was every mother's perfect son Not like Judas In the back of the schoolbus Invisible to everyone