The Temple

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

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 on, buy, it's all going fast

Borrow cash on the finest terms

Hurry now, it's all going fast

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

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 all going fast

Borrow cash on the finest terms...

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

Roll on up, for the 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've 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 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 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 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 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 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 cure me, Christ?

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

See my eyes, I can hardly see...

Ooh! There's too many of you

Don't push me!

Oh, there's too little of me

Don't!

Don't crowd me!

Hmm! Don't crowd me!

Oh!

Heal yourselves!