Judas Iscariot is kicking up seashells and he is cursing
He's being tortured by the roaring in his mind
That won't surrender the scene
And even here alone in the dark, a thousand eyes are burning
Holes into his heart
Holes into his heart
Jesus, he was the schoolyard martyr
Was every mother's perfect son
Not like Judas
In the back of the schoolbus
Invisible to everyone
Well, there was lots of love in between Joseph and Mary
Joseph was the head coach at the high school
And they were living down on Judas' street
They'd be pitching Sundays in the grass
And usually Judas' father would be drunk off his a**
Jesus, he was the schoolyard martyr
Was every mother's perfect son
Not like Judas
In the back of the schoolbus
Invisible to everyone
Last night Judas' father
Threw his son against the wall
And that's how you learn to become invisible
And it may well have been any day like the rest
But the tape shows him moving
And he's standing in the hall
He's never felt this alone before
He's walking through the door and it's springtime
Judas Iscariot is kicking up seashells and he is cursing
And if he stands here long enough maybe
He will turn to stone and wash away
He won't find the bullets
On that fated morning
And he will wake up from this dream
Jesus, he was the schoolyard martyr
Was every mother's perfect son
Not like Judas
In the back of the schoolbus
Invisible to everyone
Jesus, he was the schoolyard martyr
Was every mother's perfect son
Not like Judas
In the back of the schoolbus
Invisible to everyone
He's being tortured by the roaring in his mind
That won't surrender the scene
And even here alone in the dark, a thousand eyes are burning
Holes into his heart
Holes into his heart
Jesus, he was the schoolyard martyr
Was every mother's perfect son
Not like Judas
In the back of the schoolbus
Invisible to everyone
Well, there was lots of love in between Joseph and Mary
Joseph was the head coach at the high school
And they were living down on Judas' street
They'd be pitching Sundays in the grass
And usually Judas' father would be drunk off his a**
Jesus, he was the schoolyard martyr
Was every mother's perfect son
Not like Judas
In the back of the schoolbus
Invisible to everyone
Last night Judas' father
Threw his son against the wall
And that's how you learn to become invisible
And it may well have been any day like the rest
But the tape shows him moving
And he's standing in the hall
He's never felt this alone before
He's walking through the door and it's springtime
Judas Iscariot is kicking up seashells and he is cursing
And if he stands here long enough maybe
He will turn to stone and wash away
He won't find the bullets
On that fated morning
And he will wake up from this dream
Jesus, he was the schoolyard martyr
Was every mother's perfect son
Not like Judas
In the back of the schoolbus
Invisible to everyone
Jesus, he was the schoolyard martyr
Was every mother's perfect son
Not like Judas
In the back of the schoolbus
Invisible to everyone