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Apostles: 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 gospel So they'll still talk about us when we've died Jesus: 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 Apostles: No, no, not us, no Jesus: Peter will deny me in just a few hours (Peter: No, not me!) 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 Judas: Cut out the dramatics You know very well who Jesus: Why don't you go do it? Judas: You want me to do it? Jesus: Hurry, they are waiting Judas: If you knew why I do it Jesus: I don't care why you do it Judas: To think I admired you Well, now I despise you! Jesus: You liar, you Judas Judas: You wanted me to do it What if I just stayed here And ruined your ambition Christ, you deserve it Jesus: Hurry, you fool, hurry and go Save me your speeches I don't wanna know Go! Go! Apostles: 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 gospel So they'll all talk about us when we've died Judas: You sad pathetic man See whee you've brought us to Our ideals die around us And all because of you But saddest cut of all Someone had to turn you in Like a common criminal Like a wounded animal A jaded mandarin A jaded mandarin Like a jaded, a faded, faded, jaded Jaded mandarin Jesus: Get out, they're waiting Get out, they're waiting Oh they're waiting for you Judas: 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 a plan Ohhhhh Apostles: 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 gospel So they'll still talk about us when we've died |