What’s that in the bread? It’s gone to my head

Look at all my trials and tribulations
Sinking in a gentle pool of wine
What’s that in the bread? It’s gone to my head
Till this evening is this morning, life is fine…

Always hoped that I’d be an apostle
Knew that I would make it if I tried
Then when we retire we can write the gospels
So they’ll all talk about us when we’ve died