“No, no, no! Ye have not a whole body, sir, do ye but use poor me for your one lost leg; only tread upon me, sir, I ask no more, so I remain a part of ye.”
(- from Moby Dick)
When the time has come
and the deed is done
When the pious have spoken
And the harlots sung
Wash not your hands on the river
Wash not your hands on the sea
If there's room in your heart
for repentance, my love
Wash your hands over me
Oh Pontius Pilate
Our times are enlightened,
democracy's finally come
Our morals and virtues,
our foes and our lovers,
on this we get to decide
You were born on the side of angels
Torn in two by the tide of time
In our days you would be a martyr, no doubt
"The people's will shalt be done"
So wash not your hands on the river,
Wash not your hands on the sea
If there's room in your heart
for atonement, my love
Wash your hands over me
Now the time has come
Now the deed is done
Though you killed me twice
I still own your heart
In this Vale of Tears
I have found a friend
For one fleeting moment our eyes were met
Forever my soul was saved
So wash not your hands on the river,
Wash not your hands on the sea,
I love you and in this love I am redeemed
So wash your hands over me
Wash your hands over me
Come on wash your hands all over me