Joan Of Arc Lyrics - Jamie T

From the Hamilton to the A3 

She must have been about 17 going on 18 

They used to undercharge her at the overpass 

Cigarettes taste best when they taste like daydreams 

But the days are long gone now 

But she still looks back 

Back to the first ever boy she loved 

Who didn't love her back 

My Joan of Arc 

A martyr in my bed 

There's three kind words 

She never heard said 

I was caravans, bands, cans and backseats 

She was more diazepam, trams, tans and spreadsheets 

Looking back then we both laugh 

Funny how you never give a fuck when you're 20 

But she was alone then 

And it still makes her mad 

How the boys used to lead her on 

Just to get in her pants 

My Joan of Arc 

A martyr in my bed 

Her lonely heart 

Can find it hard to forgive and forget 

The love she once had 

Would run as soon as he read 

Those three kind words 

She never heard said 

So from the anagrams to the flat keys 

Spend most of our time now counting back from 30 

My old mate Terry just got discharged 

At her majesty's pleasure he was never that cosy 

But these older days we know now 

Though they're not all that 

They're some of the best ever days 

That I'll ever have 

My Joan of Arc 

A martyr in my bed 

Her lonely heart 

Can find it hard to forgive and forget 

The love she once had 

Would run as soon as he read 

Those three kind words 

She never heard said