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