Andrew Lloyd Webber Follow

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 would? 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 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 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
Like a jaded, faded, faded, jaded, jaded mandarin

Get out! They're waiting! Get out! They're waiting!
Oh! 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
Ah, ah

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 evening is, this morning life is fine

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 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