The Temple Lyrics by Afghan Whigs, The

The Temple Lyrics

    Andrew lloyd webber--music
    Tim rice--lyrics
    1970 leeds music ltd.

    Moneylenders and merchants:
    Roll on up--for my price is down
    Come on in--for the best in town
    Take your pick of the finest wine
    Lay your bets on this bird of mine
    Roll on up--for the price is down
    Come on in--for the best in town
    Take your pick of the finest wine
    Lay your bets on this bird of mine
    Name your price i got everything
    Come and buy it's going fast
    Borrow cash on the finest terms
    Hurry now while stocks still last

    Jesus:
    My temple should be a house of prayer
    But you have made it a den of thieves
    Get out! get out!

    Mine time is almost through
    Little left to do
    After all i've tried for 3 years, seems like 30, seems like 30...

    Crowd:
    See my eyes i can hardly see
    See me stand i can hardly walk
    I believe you can make me whole
    See my tongue i can hardly talk
    See my skin it's a mass of blood
    See my legs i can hardly stand
    I believe you can make me well
    See my purse i'm a poor poor man
    Will you touch will you mend me christ
    Won't you touch will you heal me christ
    Will you kiss you can cure me christ
    Won't you kiss won't you pay me christ

    Jesus:
    There's too many of you--don't push me
    There's too little of me--don't crowd me, please don't crowd me
    (scream)
    Heal yourselves!

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