| There was a pig on the table
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| With a fig in his mouth
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| And a snake crawled around the plate
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| And when the wine turned to water
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| And the bread turned to dust
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| I knew I’d arrived too late
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| It was the last supper
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| A seven course meal for the soul
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| It was the last supper
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| And I was the last to know
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| I saw my name in a book
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| That lay in front of the veil
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| With a key in between the pages
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| And when I unlocked the door
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| I found a hall full of mirrors
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| And I saw my life in stages
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| It was the last supper
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| And a snake crawled around the plate
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| It was the last supper
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| And I knew I’d arrived to late
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| Last night I came to the gates
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| With invitation in hand
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| And my old life left behind
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| I came as soon as he called
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| But long before I had planned
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| Still I came prepared to dine
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| It was the last supper
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| And a snake crawled around the plate
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| It was the last supper
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| And I knew I’d arrived to late |