Lyrics The Last Supper - Andrew Lloyd Webber , Steve Balsamo , Zubin Varla

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 -
Not I! Who could? Impossible!

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?
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 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 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
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 die

You sad pathetic man - see where you've brought us to
Our ideals die around us, 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'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
Ahhhh

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 – 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?