Ten thousand screaming at me,
Only death will make them happy,
In a dream, God told my wife I must stay out of this man’s life.
But I saw that he was good, no fault in him at all,
But I’m guilty of his blood,
I killed him after all,
I killed him after all.
Ten thousand screaming at me, “Crucify, and make us happy,”
All I wanted was to set him free; how could this come down on me?
But I saw that he was good, no fault in him at all,
But I’m guilty of his blood,
I killed him after all,
I killed him after all.
Ten thousand voices screaming at me,
Scourged the man to make them happy,
Again I tried to set him free,
“Crucify,” they cried to me,
Took a bowl of water, washed my hands on this whole matter,
If you want to see the king hang dead, his blood can be on…on your heads.
But I saw that he was good, no fault in him at all,
But I’m guilty of his blood,
I killed him after all,
I killed him after all, ‘cause I was afraid,
So I killed him after all.
