Andrew Lloyd Webber & Tim Rice - The Temple lyrics

MONEYCHANGERS 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 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 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!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 tounge, I can hardly talk. See my skin, I'm a ma** 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. Heal yourselves!