When Judas needed a band
Sitting in the backseat
With another woman in your hand
Don`t look this way
With your changing point of view
Just sit on a fence
And pretend to be you
Christ is crying
Outside your church door
Don`t let him in
He`ll get mud on your floor
Just put on your apron
And count up all the money
Don`t you smell the burning
And you just think it`s funny
You love yourself
You love yourself
Have we become what we wanted?
You go ahead, I`ll love myself more
You`re a man
Who works for the Lord
Polishing the statues
When their faces look worn
The best of times
And the worst of men
Don`t seem to affect you
You`re asleep again
You love yourself
You love yourself
Have we become what we wanted?
You go ahead, I`ll love myself more