The Temple

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 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
 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 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
 (Random shouting, selling stuff)
 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 my 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 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?
 Oh, there's too many of you, don't push me
 Oh, there's too little of me, don't crowd me don't crowd me
 Aaah -- Heal yourselves!
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:43
Key
2
Tempo
83 BPM

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