The Temple Lyrics - Singles - Webber Andrew Lloyd

(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 

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 

(Jesus) 

My temple should be a house of prayer 

But you have made it a den of thieves 

Get up, get out 

My time 

Is almost through 

Little left to do 

After all 

I've tried for three years 

Seems like thirty 

Seems like thirty 

(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 I'm 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 heal me Christ 

Won't you kiss, won't you pay me Christ? 

(Jesus) 

Oh, there's too many of you, don't push me 

Oh, there's too little of me, don't crowd me 

Heal yourselves!