Jerusalem Songtext
von Shoes for Industry

Phil Blake′s Jerusalem was never meant to be like this
This is a marriage of convenience sealed with a septic kiss
Behold the Mother of Parliaments squatting by the Thames
And all her little children playing party games

Who gets your vote, the Lord of Hosts
Or just the man who smiles the most?
You couldn't care, you′re unaware
Of everything they've got prepared


Is Adam to be natural born, but ruled by law and gospel?
He starts his life in water, but he ends in a hospital
This sceptered isle, this throne of kings, happy breed of men
This state of mind, it's a waste of time, oh Jerusalem

Your goose is cooked, your coffin is booked
No detail′s been overlooked
Your life is capped, your future′s mapped
Castled up and been gift-wrapped

Is Adam to be natural born, but ruled by law and gospel?
He starts his life in water, but he ends in a hospital
This sceptered isle, this throne of kings, happy breed of men
This state of mind, what a waste of time, oh Jerusalem


Who gets your vote, the Lord of Hosts
Or just the man who smiles the most?
You couldn't care, you′re unaware
Of everything they've got prepared