Hosanna.

CROWDHosanna Heysanna Sanna Sanna HoSanna Hey Sanna Ho SannaHey JC, JC won't you smile at me?Sanna Ho Sanna Hey SuperstarCAIAPHASTell the rabble to be quiet we anticipate a riotThis common crowd is much too loudTell the mob who sing your songThat they are fools and they are wrongThey are a curse, they should disperseCROWDHosanna Heysanna Sanna Sanna HoSanna Hey Sanna Ho SannaHey JC, JC won't you are alright by meSanna Ho Sanna Hey SuperstarJESUSWhy waste your breath moaning at the crowd?Nothing can be done to stop the shoutingIf every tongue was still the noise would still continueThe rocks and stones them selves would start to sing:CROWD (with JESUS)Hosanna Heysanna Sanna Sanna HoSanna Hey Sanna Ho SannaHey JC, JC won't you fight for me?Sanna Ho Sanna Hey Superstar

Simon Zealotes. / Poor Jerusalem.

CROWDChrist you know I love youDid you see I waved?I believe in you and GodSo tell me that I'm savedChrist you know I love youDid you see I waved?I believe in you and GodSo tell me that I'm savedJesus I am with youTouch me touch me JesusJesus I am on your sideKiss me kiss me JesusSIMON ZEALOTESChrist, what more do you need to convince youThat you've made it and you're easily as strongAs the filth from Rome who rape our countryAnd who've terrorized our people for so long?CROWDChrist you know I love youDid you see I waved?I believe in you and GodSo tell me that I'm savedChrist you know I love youDid you see I waved?I believe in you and GodSo tell me that I'm savedJesus I am with youTouch me touch me JesusJesus I am on your sideKiss me kiss me JesusSIMON ZEALOTESThere must be over fifty thousandScreaming love and more for youEveryone of fifty thousandWould do whatever you ask him toKeep them yelling their devotionBut add a touch of hate at RomeYou will rise to a greater powerWe will win ourselves a homeYou'll get the power and the gloryFor ever and ever and everAmen! Amen!JESUSNeither you Simon, nor the fifty thousandNor the Romans, nor the Jews,Nor Judas, nor the Twelve,Nor the Priests, nor the ScribesNor doomed Jerusalem itself,Understand what power isUnderstand what glory isUnderstand at all ... understand at allIf you knew all that I knew, my poor JerusalemYou'd see the truth, but you close your eyesBut you close your eyesWhile you live your troubles are many, poor JerusalemTo conquer death you only have to dieYou only have to die

Pilate's dream.

Pontius Pilate's House, Monday

PILATEI dreamed I met a GalileanA most amazing manHe had that look you very rarely findThe haunting hunted kindI asked him to say what had happenedHow it all beganI asked again – he never said a wordAs if he hadn't heardAnd next the room was full of wild and angry menThey seemed to hate this man -They fell on him and then They disappeared againThan I saw thousands of millionsCrying for this manAnd then I heard them mentioning my nameAnd leaving me the blame

The temple.

MONEYLENDERS AND MERCHANTSRoll on up – for my price is downCome on in – for the best in townTake your pick of the finest wineLay your bets on this bird of mineRoll on up – for my price is downCome on in – for the best in townTake pour pick of the finest wineLay your bets on this bird of mineName your price I got everythingCame and buy it's all going fastBorrow cash on the finest termsHurry now while stocks still lastRoll on up – for my price is downCome on in – for the best in townTake your pick of the finest wineLay your bets on this bird of mineRoll on up – for my price is downCome on in – for the best in townTake pour pick of the finest wineLay your bets on this bird of mineName your price I got everythingCame and buy it's all going fastBorrow cash on the finest termsHurry now while stocks still lastRoll on up – for my price is downCome on in – for the best in townTake your pick of the finest wineLay your bets on this bird of mineRoll on up – for my price is downCome on in – for the best in townJESUSMy temple should be a house of prayerBut you have made it a den of thievesGot out! Get out!My time is almost throughLittle left to doAfter all I've tried for three years,Seems like thirtySeems like thirty!CROWDSee my eyes I can hardly seeSee me stand I can hardly walkI believe you can make me wholeSee my tongue I can hardly talkSee my skin I'm a mass of bloodSee my legs I can hardly standI believe you can make me wellSee my purse I'm a poor poor manWill you touch will you mend me ChristWon't you touch will you heal me ChristWill you kiss you can cure me ChristWon't you kiss won't you pay me ChristSee my eyes I can hardly seeSee me stand I can hardly walkI believe you can make me wholeSee my tongue I can hardly talkSee my skin I'm a mass of bloodSee my legs I can hardly standI believe you can make me wellSee my purse I'm a poor poor manWill you touch will you mend me ChristWon't you touch will you heal me ChristWill you kiss you can cure me ChristWon't you kiss won't you pay me ChristSee my eyes I can hardly seeSee me stand I can hardly walkI believe you can make me wholeSee my tongue I can hardly talkSee my skin I'm a mass of bloodSee my legs I can hardly standI believe you can make me wellSee my purse I'm a poor poor manWill you touch will you mend me ChristWon't you touch will you heal me ChristWill you kiss you can cure me ChristWon't you kiss won't you pay me ChristJESUSThere's too many of you – don't push meThere's too little of me – don't crowd meHeal yourselves!