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