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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Carl Anderson
Carl Anderson
Performer
Bob Bingham
Bob Bingham
Performer
Kurt Yaghjian
Kurt Yaghjian
Performer
André Previn
André Previn
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Composer
Tim Rice
Tim Rice
Lyrics

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now, if I help you, it matters that you see
These sordid kinds 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
[Chorus]
I have not 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
[Verse 2]
Came because I had to, I'm the one who saw
Jesus can't control them like he did before
And furthermore, I know that Jesus thinks so, too
Jesus wouldn't mind that I was here with you
[Chorus]
I have not 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
[Verse 3]
Annas, you're a friend, a worldly man and wise
Caiaphas, my friend, I know you sympathize
But why are we the prophets? Why are we the ones
Who see the sad solution, know what must be done?
[Chorus]
I have not 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
[Verse 4]
Cut the protesting, forget the excuses
We want information, get up off 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 'round 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
[Verse 5]
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
A fee
[Verse 6]
A fee
Nothing more
[Verse 7]
On Thursday night, you'll find him where you want him
Far from the crowds, in the Garden of Gethsemane
[Outro]
Well done, Judas
Good old Judas
Written by: Andrew Lloyd Webber, Artime-azpilicueta, Tim Rice
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