| There’s a Judas Tree up on the hill
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| And a body’s hangin' there
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| There’s a Judas Tree up on the hill
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| Yeah, a body’s hangin' there
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| Nobody wants to cut it down
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| Nobody seems to care
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| There’s silver in his pocket, baby
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| And there’s blood upon his hands
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| He put religion on a rocket
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| Missionaries in the bad, bad lands
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| Yeah
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| Love was in that Judas kiss
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| But nobody really understands
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| Love is a curse
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| And you keep reeling from the blows
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| What makes it so much worse
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| You all think you’re Juliets and Romeos
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| That you keep runnin' to your mistresses
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| And your pretty gigolos
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| They say when you die hangin'
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| You get hard as you go down
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| They say when you die hangin'
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| You get hard as you go down
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| I think I’ll cut poor Judas loose
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| From the tree
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| And I’ll take him underground |