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