Povestea mea si a ta…
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
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
Povestea lor ?
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