THE TEMPLE
(Listen to midi)
MONEYLENDERS :
Em
Roll
on up, for my price is down, come on in for the best in town,
Am
Em
take
your pick of the finest wine, lay your bets on this bird of mine.
Em
Roll
on up, for my price is down, come on in for the best in town,
Am
Em
take
your pick of the finest wine, lay your bets on this bird of mine.
Name
your price, I’ve got everything, come and buy it’s all going fast,
Am
Em
borrow cash on the finest terms,
hurry now, while stocks still last.
Em
Roll
on up, for my price is down, come on in for the best in town,
Am Em
take
your pick of the finest wine, lay your bets on this bird of mine.
Em
Roll
on up, for my price is down, come on in for the best in town,
Am
Em
take
your pick of the finest wine, lay your bets on this bird of mine.
Name
your price, I’ve got everything, come and buy it’s all going fast,
Am
Em
borrow cash on the finest terms,
hurry now, while stocks still last.
Em
JESUS
: My temple should be a house of
prayers,
Am - Em
but
you have made it a den of thieves!
Get out ! Get Out!
- Am
My
time is almost through, little
left to do,
D
G
B7 Em
after all I’ve tried
for three years, seems like thirty, seems like thirty.
CROWD :
Em
See
my eyes, I can hardly see, see me stand, I can hardly walk,
Am
Em
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,
Am
Em
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?
Am
Will
you kiss, you can cure me, Christ?
Em
Won’t you kiss, won’t you pay me, Christ?
Em
See
my eyes, I can hardly see, see me stand, I can hardly walk,
Am
Em
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,
Am
Em
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?
Am
Will
you kiss, you can cure me, Christ?
Em
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. Heal yourselves !
(Rice / Webber)