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