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