The Temple - Andrew Lloyd Webber, Tim Rice

    (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

    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


    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?


    Oh, there's too many of you, don't push me
    Oh, there's too little of me, don't crowd me
    Heal yourselves!


    Marco Giunco
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