My God! I saw him, he looked three-quarters dead And he was so bad I had to turn my head You beat him so hard that he was bent and lame
And I don't know who everybody's gonna blame I don't believe he knows I acted for our good I'd save him all this suffering if I could
Don't believe, our good Save him, if I could
Cut the confessions, forget the excuses I don't understand why you're filled with remorse All that you've said has come true with a vengeance The mob turned against him, you backed the right horse
Christ! I know you can't heal me But I only did what you wanted me to Christ! I'd sell out the nation For I have been saddled with the murder of you
I have been spattered with innocent blood I shall be dragged through the slime and the mud I have been spattered with innocent blood I shall be dragged through the slime and the slime And the slime and the mud
I don't know how to love him I don't know why he moves me He's a man, he's just a man He's not a king, he's just the same
As anyone I know He scares me so When he's cold and dead, will he let me be? Does he love, does he love me too? Does he care for me?
My mind is in your hands now My God, I am sick I've been used And you knew all the time
God! I'll never ever know Why you chose me for your crime Your foul, bloody crime! You have murdered me! You have murdered me! Murdered me, murdered me, murdered me Murdered me, murdered me, murdered me...
Poor, old, Judas So long, Judas Poor, old, Judas So long, Judas
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