The Temple 歌詞

Moneychangers and Merchants: Roll on up Jerusalem Come on in Jerusalem Sunday here we go again Live in me Jerusalem Here you live Jerusalem Here you breathe Jerusalem While your temple still survives You at least are still alive I got things you won't believe Name your pleasure I will sell I can fix your wildest needs I got heaven and I got hell 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 What you see is what you get No one's been disappointed yet Don't be scared give me a try There is nothing you can't buy Name your price, I got everything Hurry it's going fast Borrow cash on the finest terms Hurry now while stocks still last Roll on up Jerusalem Come on in Jerusalem Sunday here we go again Live in me jerusalem Here you live Jerusalem Here you breathe Jerusalem While your temple still survives You at least are still alive I got things you won't believe Name your pleasure I will sell I can fix your Jesus: 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 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 cure 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 cure me, Christ? Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ? Jesus: There's too many of you1 Don't push me There's too little of me, don't crowd me Heal yourselves!