Crucify you hanging there  We're gambling for the clothes you wear  Not a hint of who you are  For disrespect we've raised the bar    We fulfill this prophecy  It's not a thing but fate you see  Be careful now not to tear  The filthy rags that this God wears    What did they see  How could they know  Don't they believe  Where are their souls    Casting lots at the foot of your king  Casting down your everything  Casting lots for the robes of a king  Casting lots