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Jerusalem on the Jukebox, they in tongues on Coronation Street
Heaven help the Pharisee halo has slipped down to his feet
A satellite comedians have died for your sins
on the jukebox, little angels, beat your 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 have to puke up a thing

Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, 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 you but the surgeon's knife only stings
Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, your wings

In video-suburbia, the blue light flickers and
and holy blackmail are the favorite games
And God has the suit and the cleanest chin
Jerusalem on the jukebox, 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 front
Rudolph Valentino or the curse of the two-legged
Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat wings