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
 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
 For 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
 And all because of you
 And now 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
 A jaded jaded faded shaded shaded mandarin
 Get out! They're waiting! Get out!
 They're waiting
 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
 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
 Will no-one stay awake with me?
 Peter? John? James?
 Will none of you wait with me?
 Peter? John? James?