Текст песни Blood Money - Rob Fowler , Mischa Mang

Now if I help you
It matters that you see
This 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 up
Before I came to you
I had 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
Of my own reward
I really didn't came 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 sympathise

Why are we the prophets?
Why am I the one?
Who see the sad solution
Know what must be done?
I have no thought at all
About my own reward
I really didn't came here
Of my own accord
Just don't say I'm
Damned for all time!

Shut the protesting
Forget the excuses
We want information
Get up off 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 need your blood money

Oh, that doesn't matter
Our expenses are good

I don't want your blood money

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

Think of the things
You can 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 (-)
It's a fee
It's a fee nothing more

On Thursday night
You'll find him where you want him
Far from the crowds
In the garden of Gethesmene

Well done Judas
Good old Judas