I says mother I have lost my arms

Lost my arms

She says, use your charms son

Use your charms

And I says smell that fear mother

Smell that fear

She says off your knees son

Off your knees

Well, our friend the Judas sheep

He's dressed up like a compost heap

Our friend the Judas sheep

To the top, top, top of the heap

We are tentacle wrapped in memories

Memories

Down in the dark we stumble happy

Happy

We are wet to the skin

Wet to the skin

Free from sin

Free from sin

Oh father forgive this state we're in

State we're in

Because our friend the Judas sheep

He's dressed up like a compost heap

Our friend the Judas sheep

To the top, top, top of the heap

And I said our friend the Judas sheep

Today's companion tomorrow's fresh meat

I says mother I have lost my arms

Lost my arms

She says, use your charms son

Use your charms

And I says smell that fear mother

Smell that fear

She says off your knees son

Off your knees

We are tentacle wrapped in memories

Memories

Down in the dark we stumble happy

Happy

We are wet to the skin

Wet to the skin

Free from sin

Free from sin

Oh father forgive this state we're in

State we're in

State we're in

Our friend the Judas sheep

He's dressed up like a compost heap

Our friend the Judas sheep

To the top, top, top of the heap

And I said our friend the Judas sheep

Today's companion tomorrow's fresh meat

I says mother I have lost my arms

Lost my arms

She says, use your charms son

Use your charms

And I says smell that fear mother

Smell that fear

She says off your knees son

Off your knees

We are