Words and Music by Les Carlsen and Paul Jackson

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 places 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!

Take Him!