The Temple
Ian Gillan & Alan Doggett Lyrics


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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.
I can fix your wildest needs,
I got heaven and 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 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.
I can fix your

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.
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.
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?

There's too many of you
Don't push me.
There's too little of me




Don't crowd me.
Heal yourselves!

Overall Meaning

Ian Gillan and Alan Doggett's song titled "The Temple" is a song that speaks of the various vices and pleasures that one can find in the city of Jerusalem. The song is set against the backdrop of the temple, which is considered to be a house of prayer but has been turned into a den of thieves. The first stanza of the song invites people to come to Jerusalem and experience the various pleasures that the city has to offer. The second stanza features a man who is sick and believes that Christ can heal him. In the last stanza, Christ is telling people to heal themselves and not crowd him.


The first verse of the song speaks of Jerusalem and invites people to come in and experience the city. The second verse is a reference to the temple, which should be a house of prayer but has been turned into a den of thieves. In the third verse, a sick man believes that Christ can heal him. In the final verse, Christ is telling people that they should heal themselves.


The lyrics of "The Temple" speak of the various pleasures and vices that one can find in Jerusalem. The song is also a commentary on the state of the temple in Jerusalem, which had become corrupted by greed and avarice. The character of Christ in the song also speaks to the idea that people should take responsibility for their own healing rather than relying on others.


Line by Line Meaning

Roll on up Jerusalem,
Come closer, people of Jerusalem,


Come on in Jerusalem,
Enter through the gates of Jerusalem,


Sunday here we go again,
Another Sunday has come,


Live in me Jerusalem.
Embrace and inhabit the city,


Here you live Jerusalem,
This is where you live,


Here you breathe Jerusalem,
This is where you find your breath,


While your temple still survives,
Although the temple is still standing,


You at least are still alive.
At least you are alive,


I got things you won't believe,
I have an array of unbelievable treasures,


Name your pleasure I will sell.
I am here to serve and sell your desires,


I can fix your wildest needs,
I possess the ability to fulfill even your wildest desires,


I got heaven and I got hell.
I have both the good and evil within me,


Roll on up, for my price is down.
Come closer, the prices are low right now,


Come on in for the best in town.
Come inside to experience the best goods in town,


Take your pick of the finest wine.
Choose from the best selection of wine available,


Lay your bets on this bird of mine.
Invest in my goods,


What you see is what you get.
What you observe is what you receive,


No one's been disappointed yet.
No customer has left unsatisfied,


Don't be scared give me a try,
Do not fear and take a risk with me,


There is nothing you can't buy.
Everything is available for purchase,


Name your price, I got everything.
You can set your offer, I will have it for you,


Hurry it's going fast.
Act quickly as the items are in high demand,


Borrow cash on the finest terms.
I can lend you the necessary cash under favorable conditions,


Hurry now while stocks still last.
Act now before the inventory depletes,


My temple should be a house of prayer,
The temple should be a place of worship,


But you have made it a den of thieves.
Instead, it has become a place for greed and theft,


Get out! Get out!
Leave the temple promptly,


My time is almost through.
My time on earth is coming to an end,


Little left to do.
There is very little left to accomplish,


After all, I've tried for three years.
Despite all the effort and time put in for three years,


Seems like thirty, seems like thirty.
It feels much longer than just three years passed,


See my eyes, I can hardly see.
I am unable to see well,


See me stand, I can hardly walk.
I cannot walk correctly,


I believe you can make me whole.
I have faith that you can heal me,


See my tongue, I can hardly talk.
My speech is hindered,


See my skin, I'm a mass of blood.
My skin is covered in wounds and bruises,


See my legs, I can hardly stand.
I have difficulty standing upright,


I believe you can make me well.
I trust in your capacity to make me healthy again,


See my purse, I'm a poor, poor man.
I am financially impoverished,


Will you touch, will you mend me Christ?
Can you lay hands on me and heal me, Lord?


Won't you touch, will you heal me Christ?
I implore you to cure me with your touch,


Will you kiss, you can cure me Christ?
Kiss me and heal me, savior,


Won't you kiss, won't you pay me Christ?
Forgive me of my sins and bless me


There's too many of you
There are a lot of people here,


Don't push me.
Do not come near me and push me,


There's too little of me
I am alone, and there is no one to support me,


Don't crowd me.
Please, do not approach me too closely,


Heal yourselves!
You all have the power to cure yourselves.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ALICIA SERRAT, ANDREW LLOYD WEBBER, TIM RICE

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