The Temple

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 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 all 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

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

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
Oh, 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
Oh, 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
Oh, 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

There 's too many of you
Don't push me
There's too little of me
Don't crowd me (see my eyes, I can hardly see)
Leave me alone!