The Temple — текст песни (The Afghan Whigs)

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!