Standard (EADGBE)

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 heart

Because you live in a town that is delicate

Where old grudges run deeper than mud

Where peace is a term that is relative and writ-

ten in blood

Jerusalem, Jerusalem

Oh, you lie bleeding in the doorways of Eden

Jerusalem, Jerusalem

Jerusalem

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 lie bleeding in the doorways of Eden

Jerusalem, Jerusalem

Jerusalem

Ah-ee-ee-yeah

Ah-ee-ee-yeah

Ah-ee-ee-yeah

Ee-hee-yeah-eh-ah

Ah-ee-ee-yeah

Ah-ee-ee-yeah

Ah-ee-ee-yeah

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 lie bleeding in the doorways of Eden

Jerusalem, Jerusalem

Jerusalem

Ah-ee-ee-yeah

Ah-ee-ee-yeah

Ah-ee-ee-yeah

Ee-hee-yeah-eh-ah

Ah-ee-ee-yeah

Ah-ee-ee-yeah

Ah-ee-ee-yeah

Ee-hee-yeah-eh-ah

Ah-ee-ee-yeah

Ah-ee-ee-yeah

Ah-ee-ee-yeah

Ee-hee-yeah-eh-ah

Ah-ee-ee-yeah

Ah-ee-ee-yeah

Ah-ee-ee-yeah

Ee-hee-yeah