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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
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 (x2)

(Random shouting, selling stuff)

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 my price is down
Come on in -- for the best in town

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 heal me Christ
Won't you kiss, won't you pay me Christ? (x2)

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!
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   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 (x2)      (Random shouting, selling stuff)      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 my price is down   Come on in -- for the best in town      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 heal me Christ   Won't you kiss, won't you pay me Christ? (x2)      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!
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