Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Last Supper, artist - Stefano Bollani. Album song Piano Variations on Jesus Christ Superstar, in the genre Современный джазThe 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 — |
| 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, 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 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 |
| 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? |
Artist lyrics: Stefano Bollani
Artist lyrics: Andrew Lloyd Webber