Joan Of Arc

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'll want it back

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Joan, Joan of Arc keeps burning up(2x)

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.

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Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc

You hot little catholic bitch, Ooooh.

You're a martyr from France.

I'm just a regular guy from New Jersey.

But we have burning, fire and heat, Whoooh.

You've got the stigmata.

I want the stigmata.

(chorus)