Jungle Work
it sure is cold today
and here I am'a walking down sixty-six
Wish she hadn't done me that way
Sleeping under a table at a road side park
A man could wake up dead
But it sure seems warmer than it did
Sleepin in our king size bed
Chorus
Is anybody goin to San Antone
Or Pheonix Arizona
Anyplace is alright as long as I
Can forget I've ever known her
Wind whipping down the neck of my shirt
Like I aint got nothing on
But I'd rather fight the wind and rain
than what I've been fighting at home
Yond
Let Me Lie To You
Andrew Lloyd Webber--Music
Tim Rice--Lyrics
1970 Leeds Music Ltd.
Moneylenders and Merchants:
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
Roll on up--for the 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 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 Out! Get Out!
Mine time is almost through
Little left to do
After all I've tried for 3 years, seems like 30, seems like 30...
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 it's 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 cure me Christ
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, please don't crowd me
(Scream)
Heal Yourselves!