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Jesus Christ
One of you here dining
Please remember that I want us to live
You'll just love the High Priests' house
To get the message home
Twelve
Forget the excuses
Please remember that I want us to live
Murdered me, murdered me
I didn't start it
Crucify, crucify, crucify, crucify
What's the buzz? Tell me what's a-happening
Thirty-eight
Touch me, touch me, Jesus
Moaning at the crowd?
That's strange for I am sure I saw you with him
I believe you can make me whole
Crucify him, crucify him
It's in darkness
What do I do now?
I wash my hands if your demolition
And such a strange land?
Don't believe
Murdered me, murdered me, murdered me, murdered me
Ten
I wouldn't want to know
Get out
It seems to me a strange thing
Forever and ever and ever Ever and ever
No riots, no army, no fighting, no slogans
I only wanna know
Blood and destruction because of one man
God, I'm sick
We have no king but Caesar Crucify him!
That puts you where you are?
Now I understand you're God...?
You'll be remembered forever for this
While your temple still survives
Yes, really changed
Jesus wouldn't mind that I was here with you
Just watch me die
You'd understand it less than I
His half-witted fans will get out of control
They seemed to hate this man
To meet you face to face
Everything is fixed and you can't change it
Peter?
This is my body you eat
Or has something gone wrong?
Our elimination because of one man
Did you see I waved?
Thirty-three
You'll just die in the High Priests' house
He's a man
Take this cup away from me
Because, because, because of one, cos of one, cos of one man
They fell on him and then disappeared again
Than your feet and hair
Tell me what's happening
You'll just love the High Priests' house
Do you feel that you've had the breaks?
Get out, King of the
Who's always been
What then to do about Jesus of Nazareth
Talk to me, Jesus Christ
Just don't say I'm
Or could we start again, please?
I have no kingdom
Come on, God, this is not like you
I don't know him
I commend my spirit!
Where we all soon will be
Jesus Christ
What then to do about this Jesusmania?
My temple should be
See my skin, I'm a mass of blood
I'd have to know, I'd have to know, my Lord
How can I help you?
Three times will deny me
It doesn't help us if you're inconsistent
In the Garden
Now if I help you, it matters that you see