Hopefully some of his sheeple will see
When he hangs in shame, naked, then dead
Honor Rome, please the gods,
But look out for the frauds
Only you will get you daily bread

Chorus:
Oh, it's as plain as the sky and the rain
Oh, when you're weak you've got nothing but pain
When you're weak you've got nothing but pain

See that centurion, face full of doubt?
His privilege is weakening his soul
Mark my words, he's forgetting
The pow'r of bloodletting
Only fools give up any control