If you're travelling down a dead end road,
And you need a place to lighten your load,
I know a place at the edge of town,
With all you need to go around.
There's always room at the Jerusalem Inn,
For lonely hearts without a friend,
Just open the door and walk right in,
You're welcome at the Jerusalem Inn.
I once had a friend who's prettiest dress,
Was not good enough for Sunday's best,
They said she was different, not like us,
So they showed her the way to the bus.
Oh, I knew a man who had a dream,
To take the truth and set men free,
But no one listened, no one saw,
And so they nailed him to the wall.
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