Judas' song

I hate you Jesus, You rotten little fink
Your sermon never pleases and your parables all stink
Your eyes are beady, nose is weird, a goofy basket case
I'd like to take that stupid beard and rip it off your face

Prancing gayly on the water
A long-haired scrawny clod
You may be someone's daughter
But you're sure not the son of
God God God God God God God God

God, I hate you Jesus, with your boring miracles
You smell like a hundred cheeses have been shoved right up my nose

"When you do things right people won't be sure you've done anything at all."