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

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

Jerusalem on the jukebox, angels, beat your wings

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

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

The bride checks her hair and her make-up and here comes the
What one-eyed monster comes into your front room
Valentino or the curse of the two-legged things
Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat wings