Last Supper, The Lyrics - Andrew Lloyd Webber

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 all still talk about us when we've died 

The end is just a little too 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 

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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 

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 are 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 wanted 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 want to know, go! 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've died 

You sad pathetic man, see where you've brought us to 

Our ideals die around us and all because of you 

But now the saddest cut of all, someone has to turn you in 

Like a common criminal, like a wounded animal 

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! 

Everytime I look at you I don't understand 

Why you let the things you did get so out of hand 

You don't managed better if you'd had it planned, oh 

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?