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

At poolside picnics, they chant for Ferraris and
Their muscle-tone sharpens but hold on reality blurs
You can have your cake and eat it and 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 Shirley
The wounds of time kill you but the knife only stings
Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, your wings

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

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