The Last Supper
- The London Singers (2001)You are listening to the song The Last Supper by The London Singers, writer by Andrew Lloyd Webber;Tim Rice in album The Talent Of Lloyd Webber Vol.1. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
Lyrics
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 but 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 said 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
A jaded mandarin
A jaded mandarin
A jaded jaded faded mandarin.
Get out! They're waiting! Get out!
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?
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