Crucify Him! Crucify Him!
My Lord, Why did they hate you so?
They were thrilled as Pilot did his deeds
He then washed his hands
Washed away the precious blood!
Were I him, I would never have the nerve to wash it away
I would bathe in it
a substance purer than water
a cleansing fount of pure blessing
Oh God my Father
Oh Lord my God
your forgiveness tastes so bittersweet
We know not what we do