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 die

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
(Not I!) (Who would?) (Impossible!)



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