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

At poolside picnics, they for Ferraris and furs
Their muscle-tone sharpens but their hold on reality
You can have your cake and eat it and have to puke up a thing

on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings

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

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

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