(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       (Jesus)       My temple should be a house of prayer   But you have made it a den of thieves   Get up, 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       (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 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?       (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!