They said this preacher man comes from GalileeThere’s something so absurd that he deserved to serve my penaltyHow can it be?I know I’ve done my wrongs, doing wrong is something I do wellI know the quarter flaw and something like this doesn’t ring a bellHow can it be?How can it be?I am BarabbasYou took upon my crossI was a prisoner, til you bought my bond with bloodAnd I can’t run awayFrom what my accusers say‘Cause I am BarabbasI am Barabbas, your friendThey made me sit right there as I watched them beat that preacher man39 of all them lashеs should have been on my own skinHow can it be?How can it be?OhI am BarabbasYou took upon my crossI was a prisonеr, til you bought my bond with bloodAnd I can’t run awayFrom what my accusers say‘Cause I am BarabbasI am Barabbas, your friendI’ll never understand the repercussions of my every sinIs this love or is this hatred flowing out from bitterness?How can it be?He looked at me and I said:I am BarabbasYou took upon my crossI was that prisoner, til you bought my bond with bloodAnd I can’t run awayFrom what my accusers say‘Cause I am BarabbasOh I am BarabbasI am Barabbas, your friend
