The Temple — текст песни (Webber Andrew Lloyd)

(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
(Jesus)
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
(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 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?
(Jesus)
Oh, there`s too many of you, don`t push me
Oh, there`s too little of me, don`t crowd me
Heal yourselves!