Yes I’m going to help you, isn’t it plain for you to see?
In front of you powerful high priests stands little old me
Oh I’ve been racking my brains, thinking this all through
It only seemed right that I ran my plans by you
Don’t look at me like that; I’m not in this for myself
I don’t need your blood money, I don’t crave eternal wealth
Jesus is losing his way along his self- obsessed path
Just take him down a peg or two, nothing too brash
The man is no longer clever; his ideas are far from wise
I’m tired of his antics, I can no longer sympathise;
With his foolish little tantrums or crocodile tears
I’ve had enough, I stood by him for three years;
Just promise me one thing, keep this secret between you and me
Assure me I haven’t condemned my soul for all eternity.