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 So a city wakes up in the morning

And all the Bm2 infidels get in their Bm4cars

 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 Bm2 grudges run deeper than Bm4mud

 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 Bm2 life you have drunk bitter Bm4milk

 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 generBm2 ations, it's marked up the Bm4sand

 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 Bm2 name of what is holy and Bm4sacred

 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