Joan Of Arc (3'42) Lyrics - Alice Donut

There's lots of things in a human head 

That I hope I never have to touch 

She likes the taste of burning flesh 

Cannibals eat their love, I'm a sucker for romantic stuff 

She peeled the skin right off her face 

And left it lying on the bathroom floor 

I put it into my suitcase, I couldn't leave it like that 

Just in case she want it back 

Joan, Joan of Arc keeps burning up 

Joan, Joan of Arc keeps burning up 

It's hard to go out with a saint 

Who's French and comes from France 

I start to scream, I almost faint 

She's got the stigmata, I want the stigmata 

I give her a Marlboro cigarette 

She starts to smoke and smoke, and smoke 

Sometimes even saints forget 

I don't want to sound like a fascist 

But it's wrong to play with matches 

Joan, Joan of Arc keeps burning up 

Joan, Joan of Arc keeps burning up 

Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc 

You hot little Catholic bitch, ooh 

You're a martyr from France 

I'm just a regular guy from New Jersey 

But we have burning fire and heat, ooh 

You've got the stigmata, I want the stigmata 

Joan, Joan of Arc keeps burning up 

Joan, Joan of Arc keeps burning up