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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brian Keith
Brian Keith
Vocals
Murray Head
Murray Head
Vocals
Victor Brox
Victor Brox
Vocals
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Music Director
Geoffery Mitchell
Geoffery Mitchell
Choir Director
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Rice
Tim Rice
Lyrics
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Producer
Tim Rice
Tim Rice
Producer

Lyrics

Now if I help you, it matters that you see These sordid kind of things are coming hard to me It's taken me some time to work out what to do I weighed the whole thing out before I came to you I have no thought at all about my own reward I really didn't come here of my own accord Just don't say I'm damned for all time I came because I had to; I'm the one who saw Jesus can't control it like he did before And furthermore I know that Jesus thinks so too Jesus wouldn't mind that I was here with you I have no thought at all about my own reward I really didn't come here of my own accord Just don't say I'm damned for all time Annas, you're a friend, a worldly man and wise Caiaphas, my friend, I know you sympathies Why are we the prophets? Why are we the ones Who see the sad solution - know what must be done? I have no thought at all about my own reward I really didn't come here of my own accord Just don't say I'm damned for all time Cut the protesting, forget the excuses We want information. Get up of the floor We have the papers we need to arrest him You know his movements. We know the law Your help in this matter won't go unrewarded We'll pay you in silver, cash on the nail We just need to know where the soldiers can find him With no crowd around him Then we can't fail I don't want your blood money Oh, that doesn't matter, our expenses are good I don't need your blood money But you might as well take it. We think that you should Think of the things you could do with that money Choose any charity - give to the poor We've noted your motives We've noted your feelings This isn't blood money - it's a A fee A fee nothing more On Thursday night you'll find him where you want him Far from the crowds, in the Garden of Gethsemane Well done Judas. Good old Judas
Writer(s): Tim Rice, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Artime-azpilicueta Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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