Alice Donut - Joan Of Arc Lyrics
Theres lots of things in a human headThat I hope I never have to touch.She likes the taste of burning flesh,Cannibals eat their love.Im a sucker for romantic stuff.She peeled the skin right off her faceAnd left it lying on the bathroom floor.I put it into my suitcase,I couldnt leave it like that.Just in case she wants it back.Joan of arc keeps burning up.Its hard to go out with a saint,Whos french and comes from france.I start to scream I almost faint.Shes 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 dont want to sound like a fascist,But its wrong to play with matches.Joan of arc keeps burning up.Joan of arc,You hot little catholic ***** oooh.Youre a martyr from france,Im just an average guy from new jersey.But we have fire, burning, heat oooh.Youve got the stigmata,I want the stigmata.Joan of arc keeps burning up.
