Where were you

When Judas needed a band

Sitting in the backseat

With another woman in your hand

Don't look this way

With your changing point of view

Just sit on a fence

And pretend to be you

Christ is crying

Outside your church door

Don't let him in

He'll get mud on your floor

Just put on your apron

And count up all the money

Don't you smell the burning

And you just think it's funny

You love yourself

You love yourself

Have we become what we wanted?

You go ahead, I'll love myself more

You're a man

Who works for the Lord

Polishing the statues

When their faces look worn

The best of times

And the worst of men

Don't seem to affect you

You're asleep again

You love yourself

You love yourself

Have we become what we wanted?

You go ahead, I'll love myself more