Lyric The Temple

(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!