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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 have died for your sins
Jerusalem on the jukebox, angels, beat your wings

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 never have to puke up a

Jerusalem on the jukebox, angels, beat your wings

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

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

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