The Temple - From "Jesus Christ Superstar" Soundtrack

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
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 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
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 My temple should be a house of prayer
 But you have made it a den of thieves
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 Get out! Get out!
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 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!