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

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

Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat wings

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

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

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