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The Afghan Whigs - The Temple Lyrics



The Afghan Whigs - The Temple Lyrics




[Repeat x2]
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 stock still lasts
[????]

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

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

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
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[Repeat x2]
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 stock still lasts
[????]

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

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

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
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Writer: ALICIA SERRAT, ANDREW LLOYD WEBBER, TIM RICE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




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