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You have been brought here

A den of thieves

Look at all my trials and tribulations

Well done, Judas

In these past few days

To say what had happened

Nor doomed Jerusalem itself

We see the sad solution, know what must be done

All I ask is that you listen to me

Do you think they'll stand around

You You'll get the power

But it shouldn't be like this

Before it gets too frightening

I shall be dragged

Through the slime and the, slime and the, slime and the mud

Then when we retire

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So tell me that I'm saved

When brought about

Won't you touch, won't you heal me, Christ?

Calm you and anoint you

If your slate is clean then you can throw stones

Christ, you know I love you

See me stand, I can hardly walk

I don't need your blood money

Do you plan to put up a fight?

Then we are decided.

Understand at all

I shall be dragged through the slime and the mud

Be so cool about his fate?

Raising from the dead

A rabble-rousing mission

The saddest cut of all

What's the buzz?

Only wanna know now I only wanna know

Want to know, I'd want to know, my God

Did you mean to die like that?

And quite a problem here

Pretty good wages for one little kiss

See my tongue, I can hardly talk

Only wanna know

Would I be more noticed

We need a more permanent solution to our problem

Look at the good things you’ve got

Jesus, I am on your side

I don't want your blood money

Always hoped that I'd be an apostle

That's hardly in your line

Close your eyes, close your eyes and relax

Now we have him, now we've got him

We have no king but Caesar

What about our priesthood?

So forget all about us tonight

With what you teach and say

Nor the priests, nor the scribes

There he is, seeHurry, come on.

Israel in 4 BC had no mass communication

Can waste his time

I'll agree he's mad

But it shouldn't be like this

Take him to Pilate, take him to Pilate

People who are hungry

These sordid kinds of things are coming hard to me

Move while you still see me

Live in me, Jerusalem

Sanna hey sanna ho sanna

Could you ask as much

I'm amazed that men like you

While your temple still survives

Of your omnipresent brain

And stroke your hair

To keep the peace so crucify him

Should I scream and shout?

Jesus, I am on your side

And relax, think of nothing tonight