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