PILATE:
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
