Chain him

Jail him

Judge and crucify

Find him

Bind him

Nail him crucify

Raised boy the virgin is pure and good

Father to the race

Sinful in sodom with cold blind

Luster praying to the golden calf

Walking the land with twelve good men

That follow talking the hand of one whose blind

Curing the lame causing mutes

To speak miracles prevail to the open mind

Chain him jail him judge and crucify find him

Bind him nail him crucify

Saved for forty days and nights

He roamed the desert sand

No food to nourish only faith

Temptations close at hand

Evil abounds in every footstep that

He takes in the sand he must stay true

All this in vain because he'll die for sure

Saving the frame of all that's good

Forgive them father for they know

Not what they do