Текст (слова) песни: Afghan Whigs, The - The Temple
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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