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

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

Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, your wings

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

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

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