Jerusalem

While Kurt kicked on his moped, slings me his colored draws
Painting hung behind me is presented to the whores
By a man who plays his guitar on a Monday afternoon
In the washroom while his typist collects percentages from the moon
It's an ordinary diary extract photo stack from life
Of the murderous companion and his wife

And he's a long way from Jerusalem by now
He's a film scriptor himself
His mom will tell you why
He blew his mind on Churchill
Just before the age of five
And the school looked so much better
While he gunned the fifth year, poof
He profiteered on the nearest mead
By selling most of himself

He won't stand competition in any sight, shape, right or form
But he'd let you beside the cold stir 'round his nose
And you can stop off at Jerusalem for a blow
He could organize a food morsel in seven years from now
If you tell him it's for the hot liquor of Mecca's sacred cow

And he'll probably unbutton what is left in half a fly
He'll show you inside information plus the green upon his thigh
It's the phone number of someone who said he'd be prepared to die
If the man would give him bubble gum and rice
And the waiter says, "The cavalry is nice"

His life is celebration and his habits very rare
Both his eyes were made by Disney and sex of his fortune chair
Is determined by the comments that he read before
So be sure to take a candle and be prepared to lock the door
Although the sergeants on patrol outside his lavatory hall
His father says it's likely to be fun, fun, fun, fun
They've installed electric jewels in Jerusalem

So if you've got the time to spare
Be bold and as gay as you can be
And race him to the poster stuck on Eden's panic tree
Where a face that you might know stares out across a bloody ground
And the caption reads, "A false beard and a raincoat have been found"

All the leaves will try to buy you and the fruit are awful stud
And he eats the apples with his cancerous teeth, yeah, yeah
At a quick glance you could take him for a thief
Do do do do do