paroles de chanson The Temple - Andrew Lloyd Webber , Steve Balsamo

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 the finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine

Name your price; I've 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, Jerusalem
Here it isn't us and them
While our temple still survives
We, at least, are still alive

Come all classes, come all creeds
I can fix your wildest needs
Name your pleasure, I will sell
I got heaven, I got hell

What you see is what you get
No one's been disappointed yet
Don't be scared, give me a try
There is nothing you can't buy

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 tried for three years
Seems like thirty, 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 his tongue, he can hardly talk

See my skin, I'm a mass of blood
Change my life, oh I know you can
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 his tongue, he can hardly talk

See my skin, I'm a mass of blood
Change my life, oh I know you can
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 his tongue, he can hardly talk

See my skin, I'm a mass of blood
Change my life, oh I know you can
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-don't crowd me!
Ahhh!!!

Heal yourselves!!!