I sing, Hosanna! when I want it all
Then I crucify the son of God
Cause he isn't who I always thought
Not what I want, but what I needed
I sing: how great and mighty is the king
Just as long as he considers me
High above every other thing
Even his glory

Broken like a record
Spinning round and round
Like a hurricane
I pour out water then I disappear
Reappearing when I fear enough
Or need a touch from you
I sing, Hosanna! once again
Then I say: Crucify him!

It's packaged differently than pharisees
Wrapped in sing-a-longs and christianese
Empty hallelujahs to the king
When my heart is loving idols
A man of sorrows acquainted with grief
He had no form; he had no majesty
How could he have the audacity
To ask me to give him my tomorrow?

Broken like a record.
Spinning round and round
Like a hurricane
I pour out water then I disappear
Reappearing when I fear enough
Or need a touch from you
I sing, hosanna! once again
Then I say: Crucify him!

Forgiveness
Forgiveness and love