Playing cards with Judas

In the lounge of a Hotel

And I ask while we're playing

If he likes it there in Hell

Judas doesn't answer

He just laughs and plays his hand,

Lights another cigarette and turns toward the band



I have no missionary zeal, I say

No armies fighting sin

But I'll keep playing, I'll keep playing

Until I win



I always loved the blues, he says, from behind that grin

Are you getting used to losing yet, girl?

I stack and deal them again

All our friends have good intentions, 

But they're a thousand years too late

A few buildings and commandments

Won't save you from your fate.



I have no missionary zeal, I say,

No armies fighting sin

But I'll keep playing, I'll keep playing

Until I win



Ahh...



I have no missionary zeal, I say

I don't believe in sin

But I'll keep playing, I'll keep playing

I'll keep playing

I'll keep playing

I'll keep playing

I'll keep playing

Until I win...