Robe For Juda

The putrid tongue said who's in front

Is cheap and bound to die

Like any man will hold your hand

And spit then put them together

I want to be there

I want to see it

Oh what do you wear

But the Robe for Juda?

When I search for her

I hold her out

Until we're above a fire

When I search for her

I hold her out

Until we're above a fire

The haze a steam, a lucid dream

Of minds that were starved of ideas

Then spat me out some dirty mouth

With words that bought us together

And I want to be there

When you came just to leave her

Oh what did you wear

But the Robe for Juda

When I search for her

I hold her out

Until we're above a fire

When I search for her

I hold her out

Until we're above a fire