The Temple

Andrew Lloyd Webber, Glenn Carter, New Cast of Jesus Christ Superstar (2000)

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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 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, Jerusalem here it is While our temple still survives We, at least, are still alive Come all classes, come all creeds I can fix your wildest dreams Name your pleasure I will sell I got heaven, I got hell 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 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 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 into a den of thieves Get out! 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 Change my life, for I know you can 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 our eyes, we can hardly see See us stand, we can hardly walk We believe you can make us whole See our tongues that can hardly talk See our skin, we're a mass of blood Change our lives, for we know you can We believe you can make us well You're the hope of the 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 our eyes, we can hardly see See us stand, we can hardly walk We believe you can make us whole See the tongues that can hardly talk See our skin, we're a mass of blood Change our lives, for we know you can We believe you can make us well You're the hope of the 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? (There's too little of me don't touch me) See my eyes, I can hardly see See me stand, I can hardly walk We believe you can make us whole See my tongue, I can hardly talk See my skin, I'm a mass of blood Change my life, for I know you can We 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 Oh! Heal yourselves!