The Last Supper (Brandon Victor Dixon, Jin Ha & Norm Lewis) - John Legend

Another fish head in the dustbin Another loser in the queue for the soup kitchen Another reason for a visit We think you'd better come down Another negro on the woodpile Another honky on the dole Another trip from off the 15th floor The greatest story ever told Was so wrong, so wrong 'Cause you promised milk and honey With an everlasting life And we listened with our ears closed And a blindness in our eyes But we heard them as they nailed you And we saw you crucified The second coming of the Holy Ghost We need a pocketful of miracles Two thousand years and he ain't shown yet We kept his seat warm and the table set The Second Sitting for the Last Supper Supper, Supper Another Guru in the money Another mantra in the mail An easy way from rags to riches God's little acre's up for sale The time is right for ressurection We think you'd better come down The church don't ring with hallelujahs (Hallelujahs) You haven't been for so long So long, so long Two thousand years and he ain't shown yet We kept his seat warm and the table set The Second Sitting for the Last Supper Supper, Supper

Oh, yes, there will be blood Burn at the stake, bitch, hoe I'm not the one that you should fuck with, no I lost my soul up in the mosh pit, cunt And you are just another fuckwit, so why you talkin' shit? I hope that you choke on the vomit in your throat Bitch, I hope that you end up in a motherfuckin' hole At the day that you die, I bet no one's gonna cry No one's gonna shed a tear, you are just a fuckin' nonce Hit with the crucifix, crucify the lunatics I hit with the crucifix, crucify the lunatics I hit with the crucifix, crucify the lunatics I hit with the crucifix I was talkin' to the priest and asked him, "Do you have some dope?" He said, "Fuck yeah, bitch, I got like fuckin' 50 pounds of dope" "Bitch, I feed it to my nuns, and then I feed it to my bluds" "Wash that blood all over floor so I can fuck them in the nuts" It's the last supper, motherfucker, eat your plate You know Jesus not the type of bloke that you should disobey Put your life, some soda, pepper, coke or Pepsi, lemonade Bitch, you can't have everythin', but you'll never see the game (that's your flame) London Bridge is fallin' down, fallin' down, fallin' down London Bridge is fallin' down, fallin' down, fallin' down London Bridge is fallin' down, fallin' down, fallin' down London Bridge is fallin' down, my fair lady