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

At poolside picnics, chant for Ferraris and furs
muscle-tone sharpens but their hold on reality 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 Bergman, to one part Shirley MacLaine
The wounds of time kill you but the surgeon's knife stings
Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat wings

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

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