Song | Jerusalem On The Jukebox |
Artist | Richard Thompson |
Album | Amnesia |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : 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 | |
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 |
zuo ci : 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 muscletone 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 videosuburbia 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 makeup, and here comes the groom | |
What oneeyed monster comes slouching into your front room | |
Rudolph Valentino or the curse of the twolegged things | |
Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings |
zuò cí : 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 muscletone 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 videosuburbia 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 makeup, and here comes the groom | |
What oneeyed monster comes slouching into your front room | |
Rudolph Valentino or the curse of the twolegged things | |
Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings |