Last Supper

Look at all my trials and tribulations
Sinking in a gentle pool of wine
Don't disturb me now, I can see the answers
'Till this evening is this morning, life is fine
Always hoped that I'd be an apostle
Knew that I would make it if I tried
Then when we retire, we can write the Gospels
So they'll still talk about us when we've died

The end...
Is just a little harder
When brought about by friends
For all you care
This wine could be my blood
For all you care
This bread could be my body
The end!
This is my blood you drink
This is my body you eat
If you would remember me when you eat and drink

I must be mad thinking I'll be remembered
Yes, I must be out of my head
Look at your blank faces
My name will mean nothing
Ten minutes after I'm dead
One of you denies me
One of you betrays me

(No! Who would?! Impossible!)

Peter will deny my in just a few hours
Three times will deny me
And that's not all I see
One of you here dining
One of my twelve chosen
Will leave to betray me

Cut the dramatics!
You know very well who
Why don't you go do it?
You want me to do it!
Hurry, they are waiting
If you knew why I do it
I don't care why you do it!
To think I admired you
Well now I despise you!
You liar! You Judas
You want me to do it!
What if I just stayed here
And ruined your ambition
Christ you deserve it
Hurry, you fool. Hurry and go
Save me your speeches
I don't want to know
Goooo, Go!

Look at all my trials and tribulations
Sinking in a gentle pool of wine
What's that in the bread? It's gone to my head
'Till this morning is this evening, life is fine
Always hoped that I'd be an apostle
Knew that I would make it if I tried
Then when we retire, we can write the Gospels
So they'll all talk about us when we've died

You sad, pathetic man
See where you've brought us to
Our ideals die around us and all because of you
But the saddest cut of all
Someone has to turn you in
Like a common criminal
Like a wounded animal
A jaded mandarin
A jaded mandarin
Like a jaded, faded, faded, jaded, jaded mandarin

Get out! They're waiting! Get out!
They're waiting, oh, they are waiting for you!

Every time I look at you I don't understand
Why you let the things you did get so out of hand
You'd have managed better if you had it planned...
Oh...

Always hoped that I'd be an apostle
Knew that I would make it if I tried
Then when we retire, we can write the Gospels
So they'll still talk about us when we've died

Will no one stay awake with me?
Peter?, John?, James?
Will none of you wait with me?
Peter?, John?, James?



Credits
Writer(s): Tim Rice, Andrew Lloyd Webber
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