The Judas Chair

Shiver my timbers, I'm so cold
Drag me over your burning coals
Shiver my timbers, take control
Drag me into your burning soul

Take your turn at the Judas chair
The people stop, and the people stare
I heard you scream, I heard you shout
The gallows called when the truth came out
So take your turn at the Judas chair

Fun, fun, we want some
Pull my trigger
Bless this gun
Fun, fun, we got none
Clean my soul when the deed is done

Little pig raised, fed for slaughter
Little pig prays, walks on watеr
Little pig raised, fed for slaughtеr
Little pig prays, walks on water

It's closing in, coming true
Like the blood that's running through
The savage, sweet surprise
Wrapped inside your hate franchise
The red, raw renegade
Little smile and hand grenade
Beats my anvil of compulsion
Fascination and revulsion

Fun, fun, we want some
Pull my trigger
Bless this gun
Fun, fun, we got none
Clean my soul when the deed is done

Little pig raised, fed for slaughter
Little pig prays, walks on water
Little pig raised, fed for slaughter
Little pig prays, walks on water

Little pig raised, fed for slaughter
Little pig prays, walks on water
Little pig raised, fed for slaughter
Little pig prays, walks on water

Little pig raised, fed for slaughter
Little pig prays, walks on water
Little pig raised, fed for slaughter
Little pig prays, walks on water

I'm gonna say goodbye
To my church of tin
With the crooked steeple
My favorite sin
And the dirty people
Gonna say goodbye
To the king cuckoo
Kicking all I do
The harvest reaps its rendezvous

I'm gonna say goodbye
To the new decree
In the vicious lights
And the Semtex rules
And the acid nights
I'm gonna say goodbye
To the well of hope
Where the god you made
Is a shotgun slave
To the renegade
I'm gonna say goodbye
I'm gonna say goodbye
I'm gonna say goodbye