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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ted Neeley
Performer
André Previn
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Composer
Tim Rice
Lyrics
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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 all going fast
Borrow cash on the finest terms
Hurry now while stocks still last
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
My temple should be a house of prayer
[Verse 4]
But you have made it a den of thieves
[Verse 5]
Get out! Get out!
[Verse 6]
My time is almost through
Little left to do
After all I've tried for three years
Seems like thirty, seems like thirty
[Verse 7]
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
[Outro]
There's too little of me, don't crowd me
Leave me alone!
Written by: Alicia Serrat, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Tim Rice