Crucified

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