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

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

Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, your wings

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

In video-suburbia, the blue light flickers and
Ecstasy and blackmail are the favorite games
And God has the sharpest suit and the cleanest
Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, your wings

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