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The Temple
517
On Tour
Alternative
The Temple was released on January 31, 1992 by Sub Pop Records as a part of the album Congregation
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Release DateJanuary 31, 1992
LabelSub Pop Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Afghan Whigs
The Afghan Whigs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Webber Andrew Lloyd
Webber Andrew Lloyd
Composer
Tim Rice
Tim Rice
Lyrics, Librettist
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Greg Dulli
Greg Dulli
Producer
Ross Ian Stein
Ross Ian Stein
Producer

Lyrics

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
Will you touch? Will you mend me Christ?
Won't you touch? Will you heal me Christ?
Won't you kiss? Will you cure me Christ?
Won't you kiss? Won't you pay me Christ?
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
Will you touch? Will you mend me Christ?
Won't you touch? Will you heal me Christ?
Won't you kiss? Can you cure me Christ?
Won't you kiss? Won't you pay me Christ?
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
My temple should be a house of prayer
But you have made it a den of thieves
Get Out! My time is almost through
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? 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
Written by: Andrew Lloyd Webber, Tim Rice
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