Sale Arabe
When the music's over
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
For the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
Cancel my subscription to the resurrection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I got some friends inside
The face in the mirror won't stop
The girl in the window won´t drop
A feast of friends alive she cried
Waiting for me
Outside
Before I sink into the big sleep
Simon Zealotes
JUDASIt seems to me a strange thing, mystifying
That a man like you can waste his time on women of her kind.
Yes, I can understand that she amuses,
But to let her stroke you, kiss your hair, is hardly in your line.It's not that I object to her profession,
But she doesn't fit in well with what you teach and say.
It doesn't help us if you're inconsistent.
They only need a small excuse to put us all away.
JESUSWho are you to criticise her?
Who are you to despise her?
Leave her, leave her, let her be now.
Leave her, leave her, she's with me now.
If your slate is clean, then you can throw stones.
If your slate is not, then leave her alone.I'm amazed that men like you can be so shallow, thick and slow
There is not a man among you who know or cares if I come or go.
ALL (save Judas and Jesus)No, you're wrong! You're very wrong!
No, you're wrong! You're very wrong!
No, you're wrong! You're very wrong!
No, you're wrong! You're very wrong!
How can you say that?
How can you say that?
How can you say that?
How can you say that?
JESUSNot one, not one of you!