Lyrics The Temple - Ensemble

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 my price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick of my finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine

Name your price; I got everything
Come and buy, it's all going fast
Borrow cash on the finest terms
Hurry now while stocks still last

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 my price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick of my finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine

Name your price; I got everything
Come and buy, it's all going fast
Borrow cash on the finest terms
Hurry now while stocks still last

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 my price is down
Come on in for the best in town (-)

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

My time is almost through
Little left to do
After all I've tried for three years
It seems like thirty, it seems like thirty

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, I'm a mass of blood
Save my life, oh I know you can't
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?

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, I'm a mass of blood
Save my life, oh I know you can't
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?

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, I'm a mass of blood
Save my life, oh I know you can't
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?

There's too many of you, don't push me
There's too little of me
Don't crowd me

Heal yourselves!