So, a city wakes up in the morning
And all the infidels get in their cars
As a feather is floating
Bread, it is broken
And driven into your hearts
Cause you live in a town that is delicate
Where old grudges run deeper than mud
Where peace is a term that is relative
And written in blood
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Oh, you lay bleeding in the doorways of Eden
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Another city wakes up in the morning
You are the martyr who is taking the stage
You're laying flowers on the eyes of your brother
In his funeral parade
And you are filled with a love for your people
All your life you have drunk bitter milk
You say, "The ones who have wounded my brothers
Are the ones I must kill"
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Oh, you lay bleeding in the doorways of Eden
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Now the blood has run down to a stand
For generations it's marked up the sand
Where the scars are as deep as the rivers
And as old as the land
Your god's armies, they are marching on heaven
In the name of what is holy and sacred
Casting poisonous seeds for their children to reap
Out of the rubbles of hatred
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Oh, you lay bleeding in the doorways of Eden
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem
And all the infidels get in their cars
As a feather is floating
Bread, it is broken
And driven into your hearts
Cause you live in a town that is delicate
Where old grudges run deeper than mud
Where peace is a term that is relative
And written in blood
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Oh, you lay bleeding in the doorways of Eden
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Another city wakes up in the morning
You are the martyr who is taking the stage
You're laying flowers on the eyes of your brother
In his funeral parade
And you are filled with a love for your people
All your life you have drunk bitter milk
You say, "The ones who have wounded my brothers
Are the ones I must kill"
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Oh, you lay bleeding in the doorways of Eden
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Now the blood has run down to a stand
For generations it's marked up the sand
Where the scars are as deep as the rivers
And as old as the land
Your god's armies, they are marching on heaven
In the name of what is holy and sacred
Casting poisonous seeds for their children to reap
Out of the rubbles of hatred
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Oh, you lay bleeding in the doorways of Eden
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Contributed by Riccardo Venturi - 2006/12/22 - 18:16
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