Текст (слова) песни «Jerusalem»

And did those feet in ancient times
Walk upon mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?

Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Jerusalem, Jerusalem

And did the countenance divine
Shine forth on clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem
In the dark satanic mills?

Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
It was the fault of the government
It was the fault of the government

I was walking down the streets
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 from 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-autistic 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 a government

Bring me a bowl 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 in England green and pleasant land

It was the fault of the government
It was the fault of the government
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Jerusalem, Jerusalem

It was the fault of the government
It was the fault of the government
Jerusalem, Jerusalem

It was the fault of the government
It was the fault of the government
Jerusalem, Jerusalem

Of government
It was the fault of the government
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Jerusalem, Jerusalem

It was the fault of the government
It was the fault of the government
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Jerusalem, Jerusalem

It was the fault of government
It was the fault of government
Jerusalem