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

Jesus, standing so silent,
I command you to speak, on Israel’s oath:
Do you claim to be the Messiah,
The Son of God, or, incredibly, both?

Jesus:
You’ve forced me to speak; this is barely, and just barely, legal;
And you and I both know this “trial” is really a sham
And yet I will answer your question, so rooted in evil,
For all that you say that I AM, THAT I AM.

Joseph of Arimathea: I find this trial quite irregular...
Sanhedrin: Blasphemer!
Nicodemus: Aren't we ignoring procedure here?
Sanhedrin: Blasphemer!
Joseph of Arimathea: He may be just Who He claims, I fear...
Sanhedrin: WHAT?!!?

Caiaphas: Are you, O Pilate, a faithful, good servant of Caesar?
For this Jesus here makes a claim to be King of the Jews
If you would ignore him, you too would be guilty of treason
You’d best execute him, or you may be crucified, too

Pilate: I see your game—you’re determined to kill your Messiah [crucify, crucify, crucify!]
You’re just as barbaric and backward as any I’ve seen [crucify, crucify, crucify!]
So this time I’m cornered—you’ll get what your bloodthirst desires [crucify, crucify, crucify!]
But let the guilt fall upon you, and none upon me

Chorus:
Jesus clears the temple;
Who knew it could be so unclean?
He takes the prophet’s mantle;
Is He the king he claims to be?

I’ve seen Him work miracles,
Speak power and peace;
Now, chasing these swindlers out,
That power again is released—throw out the thieves!

I’m an honest businessman;
I help keep community strong
By offering services we all need—
Is making a profit so wrong? Here I belong!