I, I swung for Judas
And Judas, Judas, he swung for me
An audience gathered by the old arcade machine
To watch our fight roll out into the street
We all make mistakes
Some of which wrap themselves
Around brittle hearts
Like sellotape
I, I swung for Judas
And Judas, Judas, he swung for me
My bare knee shot through a hole in my ripped jeans
It was an old kung-fu move an old friend once taught me at university
We all make mistakes
Some of which take their toll
And smash hearts to bits
Like a wrecking ball
We all make mistakes
Some of which we can't forget
Some of which drag us down
Like a shipwreck
I swung for Judas