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!
Marco Giunco |
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