Richard Thompson - Jerusalem On The Jukebox Lyrics
Jerusalem on the Jukebox they talk in tongues on Coronation StreetHeaven help the Pharisee whose halo has slipped down to his feetA thousand satellite comedians have died for your sinsJerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wingsAt poolside picnics they chant for Ferraris and fursTheir muscle-tone sharpens but their hold on reality blursYou can have your cake and eat it, and never have to puke up a thingJerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wingsIn the bathroom mirror they try that Joan of Arc look againTwo parts Ingrid Bergman to one part Shirley MacLaineThe wounds of time kill you but the surgeon's knife only stingsJerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wingsIn video-suburbia the blue light flickers and flamesEcstasy and holy blackmail are the favorite gamesAnd God has the sharpest suit and the cleanest chinJerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wingsThe bride checks her hair and her make-up, and here comes the groomWhat one-eyed monster comes slouching into your front roomRudolph Valentino or the curse of the two-legged thingsJerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings
