Jerusalem On The Jukebox Lyrics - Richard Thompson

Jerusalem on the Jukebox, they talk in tongues on Coronation Street 

Heaven help the Pharisee whose halo has slipped down to his feet 

A thousand satellite comedians have died for your sins 

Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings 

At poolside picnics they chant for Ferraris and furs 

Their muscle-tone sharpens but their hold on reality blurs 

You can have your cake and eat it, and never have to puke up a thing 

Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings 

In the bathroom mirror they try that Joan of Arc look again 

Two parts Ingrid Bergman to one part Shirley MacLaine 

The wounds of time kill you but the surgeon's knife only stings 

Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings 

In video-suburbia the blue light flickers and flames 

Ecstasy and holy blackmail are the favorite games 

And God has the sharpest suit and the cleanest chin 

Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings 

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Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings 

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