The pain, he couldn’t carry it
His ship, he wouldn’t ferry it
A grudge, he couldn’t bury it
And task, he couldn’t parry it
How breakable our bonds can be
When held to slightest test
It’s sad to lose the ones we love
The time that we invest
Gossip, hatred, jealousy
Their grip is far too firm
But things come out each time you doubt
And all things come to term
The crown, he won’t be wearing it
The love, he won’t be sharing it
He’s just mere proletariat
This friend, Judas Iscariot
