Flat Baroque and Berserk

I was the master's best friend
He was the only man I knew
It's been a tall harvest
And he turned us all on two
but my lips are sealed by history
And my tale I cannot tell
My name is Judas Iscariot
My home address is Hell

So baby don't you grieve after me
No no no, don't you grieve after me
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Baby you don't grieve for me when I'm here
Don't grieve for me when I'm gone.

It was two hours gone midnight
When he called me to his side
He said, hey Jude, I need you boy,
I need you to take a ride.
I want you to tell those guys down town
My time's almost due But wait a minute
Jude don't stick around
'Cos no body's gonna kiss you

Now you've got all the silver
But no forgivness in your heart
And I've got 20 feet of rope
To end just where?
Your gessing game starts.
I've got endless books to write you
But my tale I cannot tell
The only way you're living is
If you're living in St Hell.