Let go of me you Roman dog!
I'm Barabbas
Heartthrob to a thousand brown-eyed beauties
But a heart stopper to one of your legion
Why, your cousin felt the steel that lade
With his blood flowing past the hilt of my
blade
Yea, thats right! I AM Barabbas!
Jailor! Jailor! Will he hear my case today?
Who me? I'm the one they call Barabbas
I hope so soon! It's so dark and dank here
in the ground
And I miss the song of the bars and the shine
of the stars
And the caughts morning moaning is such a
sad sound
Sir, I'm one pitiful Barabbas
Centurian, are you sure he said today?
Are you sure he said, "free Barabbas?"
Ah, it's so good to feel the sun on my ray
starved skin!
But, who is that poor beaten creature with
a painful crown?
He looks more like market meat than man,
who is he?
Say what? He took the place of me?
The Nazarene suffers and I, Barabbas, go free?
Friend, why is the sky so dark?
Oh no! The king has died so Barabbas could
go free!
Who is Barabbas?
I am Barabbas!
Who is Barabbas?
We are Barabbas!
All the old men and young girls
All harlots and murderers that struggle between
the flood and the fire
We are Barabbas!
The King has died so Barabbas could go free!
Forever live the King!