Andrew Lloyd Webber - The Temple Lyrics
Moneylenders and Merchants)Roll on up -- for my price is downCome on in -- for the best in townTake your pick of the finest wineLay your bets on this bird of mineName your price I got everythingCome and buy it's all going fastBorrow cash on the finest termsHurry now while stocks still last(Jesus)My temple should be a house of prayerBut you have made it a den of thievesGet up, get outMy timeIs almost throughLittle left to doAfter allI've tried for three yearsSeems like thirtySeems like thirty(Crowd)See my eyes I can hardly seeSee me stand I can hardly walkI believe you can make me wholeSee my tongue I can hardly talkSee my skin I'm a mass of bloodSee my legs I can hardly standI believe you can make me wellSee my purse I'm a poor, poor manWill you touch, will you mend me Christ?Won't you touch, will you heal me Christ?Will you kiss, you can heal me ChristWon't you kiss, won't you pay me Christ?(Jesus)Oh, there's too many of you, don't push meOh, there's too little of me, don't crowd meHeal yourselves