And all the infidels get into their cars
As a feather is floating, bread it is broken
And driven deep into your heart
Your god's armies are marching on heaven
In the name of what is holy and sacred
They're casting poisonous seeds for your children to reap
Out of the rubbles of hatred
Oh you lie bleeding
In the door ways of Eden
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem.
Contributed by Riccardo Venturi - 2006/12/22 - 18:16
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