Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What would you say were your big mistakes?

My God, why have you forgotten me?

Close your eyes, close your eyes and relax, think of nothing

What do you want, Jesus?

Tell me, tell me

Not a king at all

hello that is not an answer

We've not much time

Hey hosanna heysanna

Well this is new, respect for Caesar

Touch me, touch me, Jesus

Take your pick of the finest wine

Sanna ho sanna hey

On Thursday night

A fee A fee, nothing more

He scares me so

Never near the place

I believe in you and God

Mary, that is good

Do you think you're what they say you are?

You are all we talk about You're the wonder of the year

You're Herod's case

We ought to call a halt

But to let her kiss you

Christ, you know I love you

We think that you should

We want information, get up off the floor

You wanted me to do it

Get out, get out?

For your wanting me to die

Name your price, I've got everything

But add a touch of hate at Rome

It's taken me some time to work out what to do

Oh, so this is Jesus Christ

How can you say that? How can you say that?

Wash Your Hands… …And Don’t Give in to Panic

Then when we retire

He's just a man

Sinking in a gentle pool of wine

Come on, King of the Jews

Your help in this matter won't go unrewarded

Every time I look at you

Borrow cash on the finest terms

Knew that I would make it if I tried

Hurry, it's all going fast

So tell me that I'm saved

God, God, I'll never know why you chose me

The hit you've made around here

We've been sitting on the fence for far too long

It was beautiful but now it's sour

I'd save him all this suffering if I could

Listen to that howling mob of blockheads in the street

Only wanna know

Have to see, I'd have to see, my Lord

Tell me what you think about your friends at the top

And the whole town's on its feet

I've been changed

They're right outside our yard

Cluttering up my hallway?

And while he starts a major war

Can you show me now

You've begun to matter more than the things you say

What's the buzz? Tell me what's a-happening

Not a king or God

See my tongue, I can hardly talk

And they'll hurt you if they think you've lied

Show me there's a reason

I wash my hands

But you close your eyes

Good old Judas?

And furthermore I know that Jesus thinks so too

When I've seen myself

Christ, I know you can't hear me

So tell me that I'm saved