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

At poolside picnics, they for Ferraris and furs
Their sharpens but their hold on reality blurs
You can have your cake and eat it and never have to up a thing

on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings

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

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

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