The Last Supper (Brandon Victor Dixon, Jin Ha & Norm Lewis)

Look at all my trials and tribulations Sinking in a gentle pool of wine (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 Peter will deny me in just a few hours Three times he'll deny me And that's not all I see One of you here dining One of my 12 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, well now I despise you You liar, you Judas You want me to do it! What if I just stayed here and ruined your ambitions? 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 die You sad, pathetic man, see where you've brought us to? Our ideals die around us, and all because of you The saddest cut of all Someone has to turn you in Like a common criminal, like a wounded animal A jaded mandarin Like a jaded mandarin Like a jaded, jaded, faded, faded, jaded mandarin Get out, they're waiting, get out Whoa-ho-ho 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, if you'd had it planned, oh, oh, yeah 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 Will no one stay awake with me? Peter, John, James Will none of you wait with me? Peter? John? James?