Andrew Lloyd Webber, Tim Rice, Steve Balsamo Damned for All Time/Blood Money Lyrics
            d___ed for All Time/Blood Money
            by Andrew Lloyd Webber, Tim Rice, Steve Balsamo
        
            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
        
            d___ed 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
        
            d___ed 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
        
            d___ed 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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