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.

Hail King of the Jews,
Prophecy; who hit you?
Here's your crown.

You act as though this man is inciting a rebellion,
No one here can prove that to be true.

Crucify, crucify, crucify,
He's your king,
Crucify,
Why?
Crucify,
Why?
Crucify,
Why?

I have the power to free him,
I wash my hands,
He's done nothing,
He's your king, not mine.

Kill him,
All right,
You've washed your hands, just kill him, Pilate,
All right.

Oh, I wash my hands of this man's blood,
Oh, oh,
Take him.