Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Legend
Vocals
Ensemble of Jesus Christ Superstar Live in Concert
Vocals
Original Television Cast of Jesus Christ Superstar Live in Concert
Performer
Orchestra of Jesus Christ Superstar Live in Concert
Orchestra
Nigel Wright
Conductor
Matt Rohde
Keyboards
Brian Taylor
Keyboards
Edwin Livingston
Bass
Jamey Tate
Drums
Tim Quick
Guitar
Dillon Kondor
Guitar
Rolando Morales-Matos
Percussion
Shawn Edmonds
Trumpet
Tom Murray
Woodwinds
Rachel Drehmann
French Horn
Juliette Jones
First Violin
Ina Paris
Violin
Christiana Liberis
Viola
Adele Stein
Cello
Ally Jenkins
Violin
Bruce Dukov
Violin
Stephanie Matthews
Violin
Gina Dyches
Violin
Yumi Oshima
Violin
Jessie Montgomery
Violin
Alex Weill
Violin
Jannina Norpoth
Violin
Todd Low
Viola
Jarvis Benson
Viola
Patrice Jackson-Tilghman
Cello
Andrew Borkowski
Cello
Ravi Best
Trumpet
Jason Jackson
Trombone
Ian Donaldson
Horn
Sara Cyrus
Horn
Aaron Heick
Woodwinds
Alden Banta
Woodwinds
Stuart Andrews
Programming
Dave Weiser
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Composer
Tim Rice
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Producer
Harvey Mason, Jr.
Producer
Andrew Hey
Recording Engineer
Derik Lee
Recording Engineer
Aaron Berton
Assistant Engineer
Brendan Morawski
Assistant Engineer
Oscar Zambrano
Mastering Engineer
Daniel Alba
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
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
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
Roll on up, Jerusalem
Here it is in testament
While our temple still survives
We, at least, are still alive
Come all classes, come all creeds
I can fix your wildest needs
Name your pleasure, I will sell
I got heaven and I got hell
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
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
My temple should be a house of prayer
But you have made it into a den of thieves
Get out, 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
See my eyes, I can hardly see
See me stand, I can hardly walk
I believe you can make me whole
See his tongue, he can hardly talk
See my skin, I'm a mass of blood
Change my life, for I know you can
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, will you cure me, Christ?
Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ?
See our eyes, we can hardly see
See us stand, we can hardly walk
We believe you can make us whole
See the tongues that can hardly talk
See our skin, we're a mass of blood
Change our lives, for we know you can
We believe you can make us well
You're the hope for the poor, poor man
Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
Won't you touch, will you heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, will you cure me, Christ!
Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ?
See our eyes, we can hardly see
See us stand, we can hardly walk
We believe you can make us whole
See the tongues that can hardly talk
See our skin, we're a mass of blood
Change our lives, for we know you can
We believe you can make us well
You're the hope for the poor, poor man
Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
Won't you touch, will you heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, will you cure me, Christ!
Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ?
See our eyes, we can hardly see
See us stand, we can hardly walk
We believe you can make us whole
See our tongues that can hardly talk
See our skin, we're a mass of blood
Change our lives, for we know you can
We believe you can make us well
You're the hope for the poor, poor man
Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
Won't you touch, will you heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, will you cure me, Christ?
Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ?
There's too many of you, don't push me
There's too little of me, don't touch me
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Heal yourselves
Written by: Alicia Serrat, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Tim Rice


