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

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

Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, your wings

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

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

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