Here is your king You bring Him to me I say set Him free You say you want Him to die He has done nothing, nothing, nothing But you say crucify! crucify! crucify!
You act as though this man is inciting a rebellion No one here can prove that to be true
I have examined Him in your presence And have found no basis for your charges Neither has Herod, so he sent Him back to us As you can see He's done nothing, nothing, nothing To deserve the things you ask I wash my hands of this man's blood
GUARDS: Hail king of the Jews Prophesy, who hit you? Here's your crown
PILATE: You act as though this man is inciting a rebellion No one here can prove that to be true
MOB: Crucify! crucify! crucify!
PILATE: He's your King!
MOB: Crucify!
PILATE: Why?
MOB: Crucify!
PILATE: Why?
MOB: Crucify!
PILATE: Why? I have the power to free Him I wash my hands He's done nothing He's your King, not mine
SATAN: Kill Him
PILATE: All right
SATAN: You've washed your hands, just kill Him Pilate
PILATE: All right I wash my hands of this man's blood Oh, take Him