From: Phillip Charles Saunders <phillip@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> Jerusalem on the Jukebox, Richard Thompson transcribed by phillip@princeton.edu

^GJerusalem on the Jukebox they ^C/Gtalk in tongues on Coronation ^GStreet ^GHeaven help the Pharisee whose ^C/Ghalo has slipped down to his ^Gfeet A ^Amthousand satellite co^C/Gmedians have died for your ^Gsins ^FJerusalem on the jukebox, ^Clittle angels, ^Dbeat your ^Gwings

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

Richard Thompson - Jerusalem on the jukebox