Andrew Lloyd Webber - The Temple Lyrics

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
Hurry now it's 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
Hurry now while stocks still last

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 up, 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 heal 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 heal 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 heal me Christ
Won't You kiss, won't You pay me Christ?

See my eyes I can hardly see
(Oh, there's too many of you, don't push me)
See me stand I can hardly walk
I believe you can make me whole
See my tongue I can hardly talk
(Oh, there's too little of me, don't crowd me, don't crowd me)
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
(Ahh, ohh)

Will You touch, will You mend me Christ?
Won't You touch, will You heal me Christ?
Will You kiss, You can heal me Christ
Won't You kiss, won't You pay me Christ?

Heal yourselves