Pound of Flesh
Herod, Pilate heavily aboundMany enemies all around
Jesus ready to forgive
As his friend Judas turns him in
The pharisees paid him well
30 pieces of silver
Was the foul price
To drag Jesus to his glory
The pharisees and Herod
Happy with their choice
As they gather in
Their pound of flesh
Beaten, whipped and cut
Our Lord Jesus
Walks a thousand, thousand miles
To his desperate, lonely fate
To save his friends and children
On a tree at calvary
Golgotha be the place
Where they hung the King
Though he still lives upon this day
Up in Heaven, after he won the victory
Soon he will collect
His pound of flesh
From ole Lucifer far down below
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