THE AFGHAN WHIGS

THE AFGHAN WHIGS - THE TEMPLE lyrics

rate me

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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