People: 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.
People, Men: I've got things you won't believe.
Name your pleasure I will sell.
I can fix your wildest dreams,
I've got heaven I've got Hell.
People: 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.
Women..uhh...yeah: 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.
People: 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..
Jesus comes and overturns the tables, everyone scatters.
Lots of shouting.
Jesus: My temple should be a house of prayer.
But you have made it a den of thieves!
Get out! Get out!
Jesus leaves and walks by himself outside of town.
Jesus: My time is almost through..
little left to do.
After all I've tried for three years
seems like thirty...seems like thirty
Beggar Female: See my eyes I can hardly see.
Beggar Male: See me stand I can hardly walk.
Beggar F: I believe you can make me whole.
Beggar M: See my tongue I can hardly talk.
Beggar F: See my skin I'm a mass of blood.
Beggar M: See my legs I can hardly stand.
Beggar F: I believe you can make me well.
Beggar M: See my purse I'm a poor poor man.
Beggars: Will you touch will you mend me Christ.
Won't you touch won't you heal me Christ.
Will you kiss will would you cure me Christ.
Won't you kiss won't you feed 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 won't you heal me Christ.
Will you kiss will would you cure me Christ.
Won't you kiss won't you feed 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 won't you heal me Christ.
Will you kiss will would you cure me Christ.
Won't you kiss won't you feed me Christ.
Beggars start to repeat from the beggining again crowding
closer around Jesus.
Jesus: No..There's too many of you.
Don't push me!
There's too little of me. Don't crowd me!