Hunters & Collectors Judas Sheep
I says mother I have lost my arms Lost my arms She says, use your charms son Use your charms And I says smell that fear mother Smell that fear She says off your knees son Off your knees Well, our friend the Judas sheep He's dressed up like a compost heap Our friend the Judas sheep To the top, top, top of the heap We are tentacle wrapped in memories Memories Down in the dark we stumble happy Happy We are wet to the skin Wet to the skin Free from sin Free from sin Oh father forgive this state we're in State we're in Because our friend the Judas sheep He's dressed up like a compost heap Our friend the Judas sheep To the top, top, top of the heap And I said our friend the Judas sheep Today's companion tomorrow's fresh meat I says mother I have lost my arms Lost my arms She says, use your charms son Use your charms And I says smell that fear mother Smell that fear She says off your knees son Off your knees We are tentacle wrapped in memories Memories Down in the dark we stumble happy Happy We are wet to the skin Wet to the skin Free from sin Free from sin Oh father forgive this state we're in State we're in State we're in Our friend the Judas sheep He's dressed up like a compost heap Our friend the Judas sheep To the top, top, top of the heap And I said our friend the Judas sheep Today's companion tomorrow's fresh meat I says mother I have lost my arms Lost my arms She says, use your charms son Use your charms And I says smell that fear mother Smell that fear She says off your knees son Off your knees We are tentacle wrapped in memories Memories Down in the dark we stumble happy Happy We are wet to the skin Wet to the skin Free from sin Free from sin Father forgive, father forgive, father forgive State we're in
