Damned For All Time / Blood Money

Now if I help you, it matters that you see
These sordid kind of things are coming hard to me
It's taken me some time to work out what to do
I weighed the whole thing out before I came to you
I have no thought at all about my own reward
I really didn't come here of my own accord
Just don't say I'm damned for all time
I came because I had to; I'm the one who saw
Jesus can't control it like he did before
And furthermore I know that Jesus thinks so too
Jesus wouldn't mind that I was here with you
I have no thought at all about my own reward
I really didn't come here of my own accord
Just don't say I'm damned for all time

Annas, you're a friend, a worldly man and wise
Caiaphas, my friend, I know you sympathies
Why are we the prophets? Why are we the ones
Who see the sad solution - know what must be done?
I have no thought at all about my own reward
I really didn't come here of my own accord
Just don't say I'm damned for all time

Cut the protesting, forget the excuses
We want information. Get up of the floor

We have the papers we need to arrest him
You know his movements. We know the law

Your help in this matter won't go unrewarded

We'll pay you in silver, cash on the nail
We just need to know where the soldiers can find him

With no crowd around him

Then we can't fail

I don't want your blood money

Oh, that doesn't matter, our expenses are good

I don't need your blood money

But you might as well take it. We think that you should

Think of the things you could do with that money
Choose any charity - give to the poor
We've noted your motives
We've noted your feelings
This isn't blood money - it's a

A fee

A fee nothing more

On Thursday night you'll find him where you want him
Far from the crowds, in the Garden of Gethsemane

Well done Judas. Good old Judas



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Writer(s): Tim Rice, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Artime-azpilicueta
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