Merchants:
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've got everything
Hurry, it's all going fast
Borrow cash on the finest terms
Hurry now while the stock still lasts.
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
Jesus:
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
Lepers:
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
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
Jesus:
There's too many of you
Don't push me!
There's too little of me
Don't crowd me!
Leave me alone
