Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Temple, artist - The Afghan Whigs. Date of issue: 30.09.1992
Song language: English
The Temple |
| 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! |