And did those feet in ancient times, Walk upon mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God, On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine, Shine forth on clouded hills? And was Jerusalem In the dark Satanic Mills?
Jerusalem
It was the fault of the government I was walking down the street When I tripped up on a discarded banana skin And on my way down I caught the side of my head On a protruding brick chip It was the government's fault It was the fault of the government I was very let down with the budget I was expecting a one million quid handout I was very disappointed It was the government's fault It was the fault of the government
I became a semi-artistic type person And I didn't have a pen And I didn't have a condom It was the fault of the government I think I'll emigrate to Sweden or Poland And get looked after properly by government
Jerusalem
Bring Bow of burning gold: Bring Arrows of desire: Bring me Spear: O clouds unfold!
And though I rest from Mental Fight And though sword sleeps in hand I will not rest til Jerusalem is built