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

At picnics, they chant for Ferraris and furs
Their muscle-tone sharpens but their hold on blurs
You can have your cake and eat it and never have to 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, angels, beat your 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
on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings

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