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Jerusalem on the Jukebox, they talk in tongues on Street
Heaven help the whose halo has slipped down to his feet
A satellite comedians have died for your sins
on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings

At poolside picnics, they chant for Ferraris and
muscle-tone sharpens but their hold on reality blurs
You can have cake and eat it and never have to puke up a thing

on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings

In the bathroom mirror, they try Joan of Arc look again
Two parts Ingrid Bergman, to one part Shirley
The wounds of time kill you but the surgeon's only stings
Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat wings

In video-suburbia, the blue flickers and flames
Ecstasy and holy blackmail are the favorite
And God has the sharpest and the cleanest chin
Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat wings

The bride checks her hair and her make-up and comes the groom
What one-eyed comes slouching into your front room
Rudolph Valentino or the curse of the things
Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, your wings