Damned for All Time/Blood Money - Andrew Lloyd Webber, Tim Rice

    (Judas)

    Now if I help you
    It matters that you see
    This 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 up
    Before I came to you
    I had no thought at all
    Of 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
    Because 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
    Of 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 sympathise

    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
    Of my own reward
    I really didn't come here
    Of my own accord
    Just don't say I'm
    Damned for all time!

    (Annas)

    Cut the protesting
    Forget the excuses
    We want information
    Get up off the floor

    (Caiaphas)

    We have the papers
    We need to arrest him
    You know his movements
    We know the law

    (Annas)

    Your help in this matter
    Won't go unrewarded

    (Caiaphas)

    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

    (Judas)

    I don't need your blood money

    (Caiaphas)

    Oh, that doesn't matter
    Our expenses are good

    (Judas)

    I don't want your blood money

    (Annas)

    But you might as well take it
    We think that you should

    (Caiaphas)

    Think of the things
    You can 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 fee nothing more

    (Judas)

    On Thursday night
    You'll find him where you want him
    Far from the crowds
    In the garden of Gethesmene

    (Chorus)

    Well done Judas
    Good old Judas

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