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 my 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 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 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 want to 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've died 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 A jaded mandarin, a jaded mandarin Like a jaded, jaded, faded, jaded, jaded mandarin Get out they're waiting! Get out! They're waiting, they are 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 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?