Look at all my trials and tribulations
Sinking in a gentle pool of wine
Don't disturb me now, I can see the answers
'Til 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

(Never, no, never, not me, no, impossible, no)

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 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
'Til 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
Jaded mandarin
A jaded mandarin
Just a jaded, jaded, faded, jaded, jaded mandarin

Get out, they're waiting, get out
They're waiting, oh, 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 had it planned
Oh

Look at all my trials and tribulations
Sinking in a gentle pool of wine (of wine)
Don't disturb me now, I can see the answers
'Til 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?