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