The 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
'Til 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!

Peter will deny me
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 out the dramatics! You know very well who
Why don't you go do it?
Do you want me to do it?
Hurry, they're 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 wanted me to do it
What if I just stayed here and ruined your ambitions?
Christ, you deserve it!
Hurry, you fool, hurry, and go
Save me your speeches, I don't wanna know
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
'Til 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 die

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 had to turn you in
Like a common criminal, like a wounded animal
A jaded mandarin, like a jaded mandarin
Like a jaded faded, faded jaded, jaded mandarin

Get out! Get out, they're waiting for you
Get out! Get out, they're 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'd had it planned
Oh, hey-yeah

Look at all my trials and tribulations
Sinking in a gentle pool of wine (pool of wine)
Don't disturb me now, I can see the answers
'Til 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 all talk about us when we die

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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