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

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, 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

Jaded mandarin

A jaded mandarin

Just a jaded, jaded, faded, jaded, jaded mandarin

Get out, they're waiting, get out

They're waiting

They're waiting for you, oh

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, 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?