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 ass 

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