Standard (EADGBE)
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